Taoist chanting

Chapter 12 Please help
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and went to the hillside, cut off a few thick finger rattans with good toughness, wiped the green bamboo sword clean with the side of the hem of the old robe, and put the sword back into its sheath.

Kneading the rattan, he simply tied the woman's body and the corpse-smelling zombie separately, and jumped up the mountain with one hand in one hand.

After a while, he returned with a hoe, shovel, and dustpan.

The sky was bright, and Zhang Wenfeng carefully cleaned up the battle scene.

Carefully pick up a few hidden weapons and put them in a thin wooden box, bury all the blood-stained soil and grass, and clean up the blood droplets along the way, so that people who go up the mountain will not see it badly.

The hem of the robe and the cloth shoes were stained with some morning dew. Zhang Wenfeng put away his tools calmly, washed his face and hands, and returned to the thatched hut to change into a new set of blue Taoist robes that he only wore when traveling, and brought all his belongings with him.

He took off the thin cloth quilt and straw, picked up the harmful paper talisman from the bed, and put it in his sleeve.

Go up the steps to the Taoist temple, open the wooden door of the main hall, and step into the Sanqing Hall, with a solemn face on his face, offering incense candles, adding oil, and wiping utensils. After the simple morning class, Zhang Wenfeng fed the black donkey and changed water.

Still no time to take care of the stinky donkey stables, and will have another sloppy day.

He carefully locked the two gates of the courtyard wall and the door of the main hall, put on a hat, lowered the eaves of the hat to cover his face, went down the mountain in the northwest, and disappeared into the morning mist forest in a short time.

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Zhangjiazhuang is located five miles south of Xianling Temple.

The yard of the thatched hut of the scattered Taoist Zhang Wenxing was alone at the west end of Zhangjiazhuang, and his neighbors were also [-] feet away from his home.

As usual, he offered incense to the patriarch. After the morning class in the east wing, he walked out of the room and stretched out comfortably to the westward kitchen. Suddenly he heard a light knock on the door, and he was slightly taken aback.

This morning, who will disturb you?
Everyone in the village knew that he believed in cultivating Taoism, so he would not come to visit him in the morning or evening to chat easily.

Walking a few steps to the gate of the courtyard, Zhang Wenxing heard the knock on the door again. Zhang Wenxing opened the chaimen, but saw a long standing figure in a blue Taoist robe, with a dark blue sword on his waist, his face covered Covered by a bamboo hat, only a little chin is exposed.

Zhang Wenfeng took a step back and pushed the bamboo hat up with his left hand.

There is a smile on his face, his hands are crossed, his left hand is holding his right hand, and he is pinching the Ziwu tactic. It is like a yin and yang diagram.
"The Taoist ancestor is merciful. Second senior brother is well!"

Zhang Wenxing hurriedly returned the salute, and said, "The ancestor of Dao is merciful. Wen Xing has seen Guanzhu, his humble house is simple, Guanzhu is a rare visitor, please come in quickly, Rong Wenxing serves tea."

The age difference between the two was huge, Zhang Wenxing had a surprised look on his face when facing the younger junior brother who suddenly came to the door.

Except for the two days of the first day (Spring Festival) every year, the disciples who come down the mountain can return to the Taoist temple to burn incense. On other days, they are not allowed to go up the mountain to disturb the cleanliness without being called by the current temple master.

This is the rule of the Xianlingguan lineage, which is very unfriendly and has been passed down for more than [-] years.

Therefore, most of the time on Xianling Mountain is deserted.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't enter the door. He had to burn incense when he entered the door. He couldn't waste too much time, and said:

"Next time, I will be a guest at the second senior brother's house. I have something to do today. I want to invite the second senior brother to the mountain to help guard the Taoist temple. I wonder if the second senior brother has any spare time?"

Zhang Wenxing had already guessed that he was going to ask him to go up the mountain, so he hurriedly replied, "You are welcome, I will go up the mountain with you."

"Second Senior Brother, please bring your sword."

Seeing that the second senior brother was in a hurry to go out, Zhang Wenfeng reminded him softly.

The brothers and sisters who were sent down the mountain had a saber in their hands that was given by the master to ward off evil spirits.

"Monastery wait a moment."

Zhang Wenxing immediately knew that something happened on the mountain.

He turned around and hurried into the house, took a long sword and put it on his waist, took a stack of painted yellow talismans and put them in his sleeves and arms, put on a bamboo hat and went out, closed the firewood door of the yard, and left the village with the Guanzhu. Nothing was asked.

Before Zhang Wenfeng left, he looked up at the direction of his old house on the south side of Zhuangzi.

He has a eldest brother, a second brother, and a third sister who are close relatives. The eldest brother is much older than him, and he seems to be of different seniority. There is no intimacy at all, and the eldest nephew is two years older than him.

When he was 12 years old, his father and mother passed away one after another.

At that time, the second brother had a child of his own to support, and the third sister was married away, leaving him alone in a dilapidated old house.

Living on three acres of thin land, young and weak and not good at taking care of it, the harvest is naturally not good. From spring to winter, I am full and hungry, lacking oil and salt, and living with little soup and water.

Fortunately, Zhuangzi's relatives and neighbors helped him and survived for half the winter.

The winter was extremely cold that year.

He was as thin as a bracken pole, and his eyes were so green and veined that the wind could blow them away.

Hunger and cold, lack of clothing and food, and colds, he couldn't endure it.

Following the advice of his second brother, he carried a ragged bag on his back, tied his foot pole and two tattered cloth shoes with straw, and with a wooden stick, like a little beggar, he resolutely went to Xianling Temple, which is five miles away in the north.

Back then, he had short calves, weak steps, and stopped walking.

After more than an hour, he almost fainted from starvation and froze to death on the last section of the mountain road. It was the second senior brother who came back from the mountain and found him. He carried him on his back and poured frost, sugar and hot water to life.

The master asked him to be an apprentice for three years first, sweeping daily, and working in the fields. If he could learn to read and memorize scriptures, teach him the basic breathing exercises to develop his sense of qi, and pass the test, he would be officially accepted as an apprentice.

If he fails to meet the requirements, he will be too old, and he will be sent back to Zhuangzi to support himself.

In order to be able to stay and eat, the little guy who has endured the hardships of life and is full of the desire to survive is extraordinarily diligent.

As a result, in less than two years, he was officially included as a closed disciple by the master.

His master taught him that those who practice Taoism should have a weak mind and be born out of the mundane world. Since then, he has rarely returned to Zhuangzi.

The past is like a cloud of smoke, all are gone!
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There was no delay on the way, the two of them walked very fast, and the sun was not yet at the top of the treetops when they went up the mountain.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the Taoist temple gate and courtyard gate, then went to open the kitchen door first, Sheng Shui and the two cleaned their hands, and whispered to his cousin a series of events that happened at night.

He used some spring and autumn techniques, and briefly outlined a few key points that should not be disclosed.

Zhang Wenxing was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and scolded Lu Jinzhong as "a thief who eats the inside and outside the outside, and there is more to die for." Then he worried about the safety of the spectator and said:
"What are you going to do about it? Those people are raising evil spirits and zombies. They come from bad ways and have a lot of power. They won't come out during the day, but it's hard to say at night. It's just the two of us, and some of them are weak."

He hinted that the cousin invited the other two senior brothers who were scattered around the town to come back and tide over the difficulties together.

"I'll wait for a trip to the city."

Zhang Wenfeng has his own ideas.

There has never been a thousand days to guard against thieves, he has to take the initiative to attack.

Except for Zhang Wenxing, who is his cousin and second senior brother, he is wary of others.

The fifth senior brother was able to do such a vicious act, colluding with outsiders to murder him, the spectator, and he would not easily believe the other two until the case was closed.

In case the wolf is brought into the house, it will be bad if it is impossible to prevent.

"Oh, that's okay, you pay attention to safety on the road."

Zhang Wenxing no longer insisted.

He went to the city and asked the Daolu Branch to send manpower for support, but he was not very optimistic.

Those gentlemen’s doors are easy to get in, but it’s hard to talk about things. He has dealt with them, but he also tried it out with the master. He can’t pour cold water, and he will know the result in the afternoon. in time.

After the simple exchange, Zhang Wenfeng opened the door of the main hall of the Taoist Temple, accompanied his cousin to the incense, but did not open the backyard door.

Let the cousin cook with the fire in the kitchen and make the smoke from the kitchen. He quietly left again and then Shan Linzi left.

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