Taoist chanting

The sword sharpening style is mainly the evolution of the basic sword techniques of lifting, cutting, piercing, and sweeping. The sword movement is like "the millstone is turning, and the banner is waving".

Take defense as offense and defense as priority.

"A gentleman works hard all day long, and is vigilant at night. He is fierce and blameless."

The pursuit is no fault, no blame.

Zhang Wenfeng gesticulated with his fingers, stood up and walked around thinking about it, about half an hour later, he drew his sword with a "chuckle" sound, and slowly practiced the "sword sharpening style" in the underground hall, to experience the power of the sword, the force and the subsequent changes, etc. .

The power that secret skills can display is much higher than ordinary sword skills.

Without the guidance of a master, it is not easy to comprehend the essence of the secret technique.

After familiarizing himself with the sword moves, Zhang Wenfeng looked at the "Churning the Sea Style" again. This is a majestic and powerful attacking sword technique. It is evolved from the combination of basic sword techniques such as "twisting, stabbing, picking, and lifting". Overturning rivers and seas, whirlpools and huge waves", crushing with strength, still implies the safe and true meaning of "no blame".

After learning the two styles of swordsmanship, he blew out the oil lamp and walked out of the cave. It was just dark outside.

Guanzhu Zhang, who hadn’t eaten two meals, went to Qingzheng’s other courtyard. The pot in the kitchen was heating food for him to fill his stomach. He went back to the top of the mountain and chatted with the second senior brother and Yue Anyan who were sitting in the west hall. , and then go to Fengxiang for evening class.

Doing homework is practice, and there is no room for respect and relaxation.

Yun Qiuhe went back to the city in the afternoon and left a message asking Guanzhu Zhang to go to the city tomorrow.

Chapter 162

On the morning of the [-]th, Daolu Branch.

Wu Ganping handed the two dossiers to Zhang Wenfeng, and said, "The County City Daolu Branch and the Patrol Envoy Shi Daochang respectively investigated the matter of Jiang Daochang leaking your information to the fox demon. Jiang Daochang admitted that he knew Xinyue from the Three-tailed Fox Department , It is just a nodding acquaintance, not very familiar.

He swears with his Dao heart that he has not leaked any information about you to any monster of the monster clan.

On the way to track down Wuxiu's thieves, he accompanied Jin Daochang from the county city. He stayed at the edge of the "Broken Moon Demon Forest" in the southwest for one night. He had nothing to do at night. Daoist Jin also confirmed the matter of chanting scriptures in Banni Lake to save ghosts.

He guessed that it was a monster hiding nearby who overheard their conversation and leaked the secret.

The Daolu branch of the county city sent the head of the Taoist office to hold official documents and went to the Three-Tailed Demon Fox Department to find Xinyue for verification, but did not meet Xinyue herself. It is said that Xinyue has traveled far away, and it is unknown when she will return.

At present, Daolu Branch of the County City has suspended Jiang Daochang from his post, waiting for the truth of the matter to come out before releasing specific punishment results. "

Zhang Wenfeng thought hehe, flipped through the two files,?Return it to Dean Wu, and said with a smile: "Let the dean and Brother Fu worry about it."

Needless to say,?Dengtianlou and Xuanyun Guan exerted a little pressure on this matter, right?Otherwise, in terms of county and city?He would not go to war so much for an insignificant law enforcement guard like him.

He suffered from this innocent disaster, right?Because of this, he had a bad relationship with Taoist Jiang Ting.

It is true that people sit at home, and disasters come from heaven.

Wu Qianping accepted the file and said with a smile: "My brother, you don't have to be polite. You don't have to worry about anything. Daoist Jiang is not secretive, causing troubles, and you are not to blame for being punished. The city has also sent patrol envoys ,? Patrolling the border with the demon forest, we will no longer allow monsters to sneak in easily without being noticed."

Fu Gujing explained: "Some time ago, there were chaos everywhere in the prefectures, counties, and counties. Many little demons were killed and suppressed, the remnant souls who woke up from deep sleep to do evil, and evil ways who got opportunities and benefits to do evil, etc., monks Insufficient manpower,? Fighting fires everywhere.

The situation has improved this month, and a new group of cultivators have been trained in different places,?The gradually weakening monks of various Taoist temples and sects came out to work one after another, and they were slowly able to deal with it. "

While talking, Yun Qiuhe walked in from the outside,?Seeing that Guanzhu Zhang is also here,?He smiled and said, "I was about to say hello to the head of the school,? Go to your Fairy Spirit Temple, and be the teacher teaching the disciples to play. By the way, please help me to point out the practice paintings I made a while ago... Wait,? I'll go back Bring the painting."

Come and go like a fragrant wind, right?In the blink of an eye, no one was seen.

Fu Gujing was so angry that her head hurt, she shook her head and sighed, she couldn't speak. His brother who worried about his heart became a display.

Wu Ganping laughed and said, "Junior Sister Yun acts rashly, she is a temperamental person."

Turning to Zhang Guanzhu: "Brother Zhang, you are not kind,? When will we be the number one master of our Daolu branch? Abducted to Xianlingguan to become the teacher? You still haven't recruited it."

Fu Gujing also stared at the smiling Zhang Guanzhu with unkind eyes.

"No, no, don't you two misunderstand,? Fellow Daoist Yun has a pure heart and likes the innocence of the apprentices. When he goes to the Fairy Temple and serves as the teacher, he also takes the apprentices to play hide-and-seek. Let me" By the way, "Give me advice on painting skills, kill two birds with one stone."

Emphatically highlight the word "Shundao", which means that you don't know what kind of person Yun Qiuhe is?

How can he be honest when he does things, even if he is joking, he should try to avoid it as much as possible.

Fu Gujing shook her head with a smile. Of course, he knows that his junior sister has a temper. Such a big person can really play hide-and-seek with a group of little kids. After thinking about it, he suggested: "Master, why don't you give it to Brother Zhang?" With a pair of carrier pigeons, it is also convenient to transmit information, so you don’t have to send someone to notify you, and waste time on the way?”

He was worried that his junior sister would often slip away to the Fairy Spirit Temple to play and delay the occasional missions of the Daolu branch.

Furthermore, Brother Zhang is a free law enforcement guard, a well-recognized lucky general, and rarely stays on duty in the Daolu Branch. If you really want to take on a big mission, Brother Zhang must be a part of it.

Wu Ganping nodded and smiled, "It's exactly what I want."

Brother Zhang is a ghost and a ghost, and he kidnapped a master to be the teacher. He sees through but doesn't tell.

Yun Qiuhe appeared at the door carrying a sewn three-foot-square double-layer oilcloth bag, which was stuffed to the brim.

Ever since she learned how to make peach glue, she sprayed glue on all the practice works she drew to protect the picture, right?Don't worry about the picture being scratched, right?And the picture sprayed with glue,?The paper is stiff and thick, right?Inconvenient to roll up.

After entering the door, slow down your pace, smile without showing your teeth, and don't put your skirt on.

She will also pretend to be pretending, but most of the time she is too lazy to pretend, just to give the brother some face.

Zhang Wenfeng looked amused, and didn't say anything. He got up and walked to the desk, and commented on the twenty or thirty paintings that were spread out one by one.

It has to be said that Yun Qiuhe is very talented in painting. He has noticed the composition of the picture and the treatment of line weight, virtual reality and other issues he explained last time. He has improved very well, and his modeling ability is particularly outstanding.

On a piece of blank rice paper, I explained the new knowledge point of sketching "three faces and five tones", wrote a full sheet, and then demonstrated silently drawing a sheet with two shades of interlining cloth, three cotton fruits, and two Zong Guo added a simple toned sketch of a pottery pot, using the classic trapezoidal composition, and the interlining countertop to form a layered three-dimensional effect, and the light and shadow were treated with virtual reality, making the picture effect very strong and real.

Yun Qiuhe's eyes were shining like a treasure, Zhang Guanzhu had no reservations about her, and gave her everything.

If she continues to paint like this, she feels that she will be able to learn how to draw portraits in at least half a year.

Thanks again and again, she tidied up the things on the desk, and went out with a bunch of paintings in her hands.

Zhang Wenfeng was dragged by Fu Gujing to an outside restaurant at noon, and had a sumptuous meal. Wu Ganping could not leave the Daolu Branch during the day, and they were the only two of them. They asked about Chen Qingqiao during the dinner, only to know that Chen Guanzhu returned to Qingshui Temple a few days ago, and personally I went to the countryside to assess and recruit apprentices, and I didn't come to the city for several days.

In the afternoon, I went to Zhen Pavilion, paid the final payment, and got five dozen high-quality blank talisman papers. Every two pieces of talisman papers add up to one spirit stone. I entrusted Zhen Pavilion to go to the county town to buy goods some time ago, and bought them again. A few dozen ordinary talisman papers, high-quality talisman ink, talisman brushes and other items, and then go to the library to look at books and classics for an hour, and return to the mountain before dinner.

The busy time passed in a blink of an eye.

Late at night on October 25th, the sky was dark and windy, with no moon or stars.

Zhang Wenfeng came to the high place of the lake island where the Banni Lake had collapsed before, and asked the donkey and the young badger, who was more energetic at night, to wander far away to watch the wind, so as to avoid being disturbed by nocturnal pedestrians.

Taking out the shoumin bottle from the black cloth bag, Zhong Wenyong flew out, turning into the image of a black robe.

After days of repairing and nourishing with incense, his figure became much more solid.

Returning to the old place, Zhong Wenyong flew slowly in the low sky, glanced at the huge water-filled pit below, and said with a smile: "When I am about to go to the Nether Realm, I feel a little uneasy in my heart, hehe, I have practiced for hundreds of years, and I have to start all over again. Sadly, fortunately!"

This trip, the future is uncertain, the way ahead is unknown, no matter how confident he is in being able to pass through the underworld, after drinking that bowl of Mengpo soup, he has the means to maintain a trace of wisdom, but he still feels a little uneasy in his heart.

I don't know if I can keep Su Hui safely, escape the judge's stylus and reincarnate smoothly?

All he knows about the rules of the Nether Realm are classic records and hearsay. Hundreds of years have passed, and the world has changed. Who knows what other variables will happen in the Nether Realm?

A vague figure with fluttering sleeves, he looked up at the sky.

Hundreds of years of past events, joys and sorrows, like flowers in a mirror, moon in water, and like yesterday, emerged in his heart and came one after another.

Unconsciously, he fell into Feng Chen's long-term memories, and his figure became more and more blurred.

A lot of forgotten people and things are faintly rippling like water waves.

There was a gentle and quiet woman, wearing a lavender skirt, who came out from the darkness of time and space, and smiled brightly at him, hazy, which made him deeply fascinated.

Chapter 163 Sending the mountain god away from Yin and Yang, I have a guilty conscience

Zhang Wenfeng silently took out the altar table from the holding space, covered it with a plain cloth, placed the incense burner candlestick, the small three offerings of rice, water, wine, etc., lit a white candle and inserted it.

Seeing above the ruins of the temple, Zhong Wenyong seemed to be in a daze, the black mist scattered all over his body, and there were traces of yellow light lingering.

He sighed silently, formidable and shrewd as a mountain god, he also has hundreds of years of obsession and puzzlement.

When things come to an end, when it is a matter of life and death, he sinks into himself.

Looking at the small hourglass he brought, it was half a quarter of an hour before the three quarters of the ion positive and the auspicious time of Yin, but the God of the Mountain was in such a state that he couldn't wait any longer, and there would be a big problem if he waited any longer, so he picked up a few pieces of paper money on the table, Throw it into the air casually.

When the night wind blows, the paper money turns into a ball of fire and rolls downwind.

Zhang Wenfeng recited "The Sutra of Chang Qing Jing said by the Supreme Master".

The soothing sound of scriptures resounded high and low in Heijihuzhou, and the invisible calm energy slowly spread from his body.

Zhong Wenyong, who was immersed in obsession, was washed away by wave after wave of weak breath of pure state of mind. After a long time, he slowly condensed into a human form again, sitting cross-legged in the air,?With both hands pinching a strange magic formula, the dark yellow brilliance on his body shone slightly.

Zhang Wenfeng wiped his sweat,?Finally brought back the troubled mountain god,?Continue to throw the money paper to lead the way.

He wants to enter the underworld for Zhong Wenyong?Remove all distractions.

The sound of scriptures continued to sound, he no longer consumed his spirit and energy,?The turmoil and calmness affected Zhong Wenyong.

No need, click to the end, since Zhong Wenyong broke free, he doesn't need help.

He uses his own pure mind to spread out to influence others,?It was a rare application that I mastered by accident in the training hall last time.

In the twinkling of an eye, when it was auspicious time, Zhang Wenfeng twirled three sticks of incense sticks, lit them with Yuan Qi after a while,?The scriptures in the mouth are chanted and converted into "Taishangdongxuanlingbao Tianzun Said the Wonderful Sutra of Rescuing Suffering and Exorcising Sin".

The rhyme changed suddenly, full of compassionate tone.

The darkness between heaven and earth seems to be washed thoroughly with the recitation of scriptures.

There are several ghostly fires coming from a distance, hearing the sound.

Zhong Wenyong sat cross-legged in the air,?Influenced by the lingering incense,?Stand still.

Holding wooden chopsticks in his right hand, Zhang Wenfeng tapped and danced on the sacrifices, rice, and drinks, completing the ceremony like a flowing cloud.

Throw paper money,?Recite scriptures and keep blessing the remnant soul of Zhong Wenyong who is sitting upright.

Subtle invisible power,?Gradually add up.

The wandering souls who came from far and near in twos and threes followed Yinhunxiang to the underworld.

Until no more ghosts appeared, the incense sticks were changed three times, and the scriptures were repeated several times, and Zhong Wenyong got up, ?The chest position of his vague figure,?A group of thin yellow lights flickered, and gradually faded into nothingness.

Zhang Wenfeng waved his left hand,?Draw a square, deep and fuzzy ghost gate,?Backed away slowly, stretched out his hand in ancient etiquette and smiled to please.

The acquaintance, help, and fellowship in just over a month?Treated as teachers and friends, even if the mood is complicated and reluctant to let go, you have to send them into the underworld with your own hands, so as to put an end to the past,?The road ahead is bumpy, isn't it?Deshan God left by himself.

Zhong Wenyong flipped his wide sleeves and bowed his hands in salute.

He experienced obsession to complete his state of mind, and was blessed with incense and scriptures, hiding a trace of Su Hui in the depths of his soul.

Going here, no matter how windy and rough the waves are, and the wind erodes his soul, he is already fearless.

Zhang Wenfeng hugged the incense into his fist, smiled and recited sutras, and then returned the gift. As he waved his hand, the paper money on the altar was flying all over the sky. With the incense mist curling up, it turned into rounds of flames and drifted in all directions, as gorgeous as fireworks.

Zhong Wenyong laughed and strode, stepped into the gate of hell and left without leaving a single word.

If there is an afterlife, we will meet each other sometime, so what's the benefit of talking more?

If you go to sink into ignorance and lose your wisdom, what's the use of talking more?Suddenly sad, just hypocritical.

The gate of ghosts slowly disappeared into the night sky. Zhang Wenfeng held the incense sticks and bowed in all directions, put the incense sticks in the burner, sat cross-legged on the ground, continued to chant scriptures, and waved his hands from time to time,?The paper money on the altar was thrown and burned to see off.

In the dark, he felt that this was more or less able to help the mountain god who entered the realm of the underworld to face everything alone.

He treats his friends with sincerity,?Even though Yin and Yang are separated.

The winter is cold and the frost is heavy, right?The sound of scriptures sang half the night in the barren Huzhou,?The rooster crows, after the fifth watch, the darkest moment between heaven and earth passes, the yang energy gradually grows, and the sky begins to stop when a line of white belly is exposed.

Zhang Wenfeng packed up his things and set off on the way back with the donkey and young badger who had been patrolling the lakeside all night through the white frost.

"My Lord, is he your friend?"

"Yes, and no."

Very complicated relationship, not just as simple as friends.

"He is chattering, and every time he glances at me, it scares the donkey."

"You think too much, you are with me, he will not harm you."

Zhong Wenyong once suggested that the donkey should learn the methods of Shinto, but Zhang Wenfeng firmly rejected it. He just wanted the donkey to be its donkey hero happily, and he didn't want to get involved in too much Shinto karma.

So what if you can learn a great skill?

He knew that Zhong Wenyong was thinking for him and wanted to become a loyal helper for him.

He didn't need it, the donkey was his partner, not a puppet who did what he was told.

"Oh, I think he's weird, not a decent person."

The donkey babbled, talking east and west, all the way to Jinshanmen Memorial Archway.

The sky was slightly bright, and there were seven or eight apprentices fully dressed, getting up early and running along the short hills in the morning breeze.