Taoist chanting

Chapter 1 Is it still time to recite the Taoist scriptures after death?

Zhang Kedao couldn't hold back anymore, and he panicked in his heart.

Looking around, the gloomy wind is like fog and sand, the scenery is dark and intertwined, and the miserable whimper overflowing from nowhere and from nowhere, like the mixed symphonic background music that comes with it, constitutes a realistic picture of the underworld. wind.

As a modern preacher, he has always been courageous, and went out with his grandfather to do things in the early years.

Going to and from the cemetery and the funeral parlour of the mourning hall was commonplace. He was used to seeing other people's lives, old age, sickness and death, crying and weeping, or the lively scene of earthy and hot songs in front of the mourning hall. For the dead, he had long seen it clearly and thought that was the case.

When it was his turn to die, he suddenly woke up from the drowsy and realized that he was really panicking in the Nether Realm.

It was the first time he died, and all the experience he had accumulated in the yang world in the past was not bullshit.

He doesn't know what to do?
There is no keyboard hero who is omnipotent for help from a mobile phone.

The shadows in front of and behind him are shadowy ghosts who have died freshly and walked on the way to the underworld.

With the vague shadows and outlines, one can barely distinguish between men, women, old and young, as well as all kinds of beasts, birds and insects. The shadows are different in shades, and their movements are rigid and rigid. The harsh reality of his death.

The grey mist and the piercing cold lingered, creating an extremely unfriendly atmosphere.

The gaps exposed by the thick dark clouds above radiated pale and dim light.

Zhang Kedao was wrapped in the queue and walked forward uncontrollably.

Beside the dark and dark path, there is a big river that flows silently, occasionally with dark red waves, and cannot see the other side.

From time to time, incomplete ghosts floated up and down on the river, twisted their bodies in pain, stretched out their hands to grab in the air, and let out a shrill and low-pitched "ah, woo, woo", and then they were dragged into the water by the countless twisted ghost claws emerging from the river, bulging dark red. The bubbles disappeared, making this place more and more unlike the human world.

Zhang Kedao, who was flustered in his heart, suddenly realized that he was different from other ghosts.

His figure is relatively clear, his limbs, trunk and head are not blurred. He can look around, which is in obvious contrast with other numb, stiff, thin and somewhat transparent ghosts. He still has thoughts, and the rest are dead.

The discovery gave him a fluke of survival, and he tried to make a sound.

Without a mouth, he is in a "soul" state, unable to speak, but being able to think gives him a chance.

Zhang Kedao meditated and determined to seek solace: "A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and no waves are disturbed. Sitting alone in a secluded place, long whistling and melodious qin...Freshness cures the root cause, seeks the body straight, and is the most perfect in nature.

He didn't know if chanting scriptures in the Netherland would work or not, so he temporarily hugged Buddha's feet, oh no, hug Daozu's thigh.

Repeating this three times, the familiar spell made him calm down from his instinctive panic.

Prayer actually works!

After careful observation for a while, Zhang Kedao did not see the ghosts who were maintaining order. He was floating. He was shocked when he saw a vague covered bridge appearing in front of the big river in the fog.

That should be the famous Naihe Bridge.

Can't cross the bridge!

Naihe Bridge is bound to have Meng Po, and after drinking Meng Po soup, it is unknown whether she will be able to live again.

Although he was a modern Taoist in the past, he still believed in the idealistic theories of merit, retribution, and cause and effect that had been passed down for thousands of years, and he was not so thorough, half-believing and doubting.

I don't have the slightest confidence in how much merit I can accumulate in exchange for the opportunity to be a new person.

Wouldn't it be too miserable to be punished as an animal without the right to decide fate?

After thinking about it, he carefully floated out, the gray fog covering the queue had a suction force, and he easily broke free by reciting the heart formula, floating out of the sparse queue of ghosts walking, not daring to go too far, cautiously away from the gray fog three or two Stepping outside, worrying that if he is caught by the ghost, he will not be able to eat any good fruit, so he can float back to the queue at any time.

He walked back quietly and repeatedly recited the basic Taoist classic "Qingxin Jue" that he could memorize.

I feel that my figure is firmer and less cold.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or it's really useful, so he has a little confidence in finding a way to return to Yang.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Kedao came to a standing black dilapidated pavilion. He saw two shadows sitting on the ground of the transparent pavilion without fences.

The shadow sat motionless in the pavilion, and did not respond to his strange situation, so he did not dare to approach it rashly.

After thinking for a moment, he floated across the queue to the opposite side and continued to go backwards.

With the help of the queue and the cover of gray fog, Zhang Kedao was relieved to avoid the two shadows under the pavilion after leaving the pavilion for about 50 meters. He didn't know the identities of those two separate shadows?It doesn't feel like a ghost soldier.

Those two figures are loose and fuzzy, with limbs and trunk outlines, slightly inferior to him, maybe they are also ghosts?
Suddenly, a strange sound of "da da" was heard, rushing from a distance.

The rhythm is fast and fast, overshadowing the mourning and low-pitched howls from the river.

"Hey", a big rooster with yellow feathers taller than a human, charged towards Naihe Bridge with a gust of wind.

Zhang Kedao floated into the gray fog queue one step ahead of time to avoid being hit by the powerful rooster.

He is currently in a state of soul, and it is estimated that he can't stand the trampling of the big chicken paws on the sandbag.

Looking at the distant shadow, he remembered a ghost story that his grandfather once told him, and he suddenly understood that it was a person with a profound Taoism who used the golden rooster to guide the way to return the soul to the sun on Huangquan Road.

Unexpectedly, after his death one day, he will be able to witness the legend come true in the land of the underworld.

It is a lie to say that you are not envious.

Zhang Kedao sighed that his life was not so good.

His grandfather, a Taoist priest, had died three years ago, and no one could help him summon his soul. Of course, even if his grandfather was alive, he wouldn't be able to perform that magical yang-returning technique.

Passing through the gray fog queue again to the side near the big river, so as not to be savagely stepped on by the speeding big rooster when he returned, Zhang Kedao continued to go backwards cautiously.

"Presumptuous! Dare to make trouble in the underworld."

There was a dull and strange sound from afar, which made Zhang Kedao's liver tremble and hurriedly floated into the mist.

Immediately after that, he saw a yellow light streak across the gray sky, coming from a distance and arriving in the blink of an eye.

"Bang", the feisty yellow-feathered rooster grabbed the ground with its head and fell fiercely in front of the dilapidated pavilion. A little bit of black and white brilliance disappeared in the dusty mist that was stirred up.

The two shadows in the pavilion took the opportunity to float up and pounce on the tenacious rooster who rolled twice and then stood up.

The bald-tailed rooster hides a black shadow shrinking into a small group in the gaps on the left and right wings of the rooster. Zhang Kedao is stunned when he sees it, and then he is greatly inspired, and his heart is like a deer.

He had to give it a try no matter what, and threw himself on the rooster to break out of the underworld and return to the sun.

Otherwise, with him walking around like a headless fly, the chances are too slim.

The underworld is dangerous, and he doesn't know the way back.

He wasn't alive enough to think he could save himself.

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