Taoist chanting

Chapter 134 Dao cultivates itself like a man drinking water

"Dong dong dong", there was a knock on the door.

Breaking the thoughtful silence in the room, Yun Qiuhe woke up from the fascinating artistic conception, still reminiscing about the majestic majesty, walked a few steps, and opened the door in a daze.

"Is the painting finished? It's getting dark, old Fu, don't you want to invite us to drink?"

Wu Ganping walked into the door, seeing several people staring at him and not speaking, he joked: "Strange, what do you look like, you don't seem to welcome me?"

Fu Gujing seemed to be missing something.

He was attracted by the aura flowing from Zhang Guanzhu's pen, as if he had touched an opportunity for a breakthrough. While thinking hard, he was interrupted by Lao Wu's untimely knock on the door. If he had known, he would not have agreed to invite him to dinner tonight.

There is a kind of absurd loss of lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot.

If the opportunity hasn't come, you can't force it.

Yue Anyan stared at the back of the woman with a sword walking among the ink and wash landscapes on the screen again, in a daze.

Looking at that ethereal figure just now, she thought of many things.

From self-pity and self-pity, to being lonely and helpless, wandering in the rivers and lakes, and then returning to the mountain gate, it was like a dream, she seemed to release a lot of suppressed emotions in her heart, and she felt a lot more relaxed.

Zhang Wenfeng put down his brush and said with a smile, "How could it be? We are all waiting for the host to go with us."

He painted to his heart's content, acquired a new supernatural power, and was satisfied.

Yun Qiuhe hurriedly said: "Hey, Guanzhu Zhang, the painting is not finished yet, you can wait for the meal."

The painting in front of me is only more than half completed, and the bare mountain peaks on the right are not decorated with trees, which is very different from the mountains on the left.

She doesn't care much about other things.

Only painting, she has a heart to pursue perfection.

"I can't paint anymore. I've lost my interest. I can't sink my mind. If I paint again, it will be like a dog's tail. It will destroy the artistic conception of the picture. Let's just do it. I'll finish it when I have a chance in the future."

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand and refused.

For him, painting is not for the sake of painting, it is very whimsical.

Wu Ganping leaned forward to take a look, looked at the majestic masterpiece of ink and wash, and also noticed the incompleteness below, and said wryly: "A good painting is not finished, it's all my fault, disturbing your elegance."

Yun Qiuhe quickly retreated to the next best thing, and said, "Guanzhu Zhang, why don't you write a postscript for now?"

She really likes this painting so much, she likes all of it in spirit, spirit, spirit and artistic conception.

The freehand painting style with splashed ink is very interesting to her.

Seeing the begging look in the woman's eyes, Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Okay, what words can I write?"

His eyes went to the side of the stream in the picture, and the back of the black donkey carrying a bamboo hat and a gourd passed by. After thinking for a while, he changed to a long brush, soaked in thick ink, and wrote two lines of cursive script on the upper right:

"It's expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up, it's slightly cold, and the hills are slanting to welcome you. Looking back at the bleak place, there is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine."

The dry ink is like an old branch hooked and drawn, which complements the interest of landscape ink.

Yun Qiuhe clapped his hands and applauded. These words are full of artistic conception, which can be regarded as filling the defects of the picture and giving room for imagination.

Wu Ganping laughed and said: "Brother Zhang has a block in his heart, and his writing shows spirit."

The words are a portrayal of the heart, and I did not expect Brother Zhang to have such a bold, unruly and willful side.

Fu Gujing tasted it for a while, and said with a smile: "There is a chance to continue next time, let's go, Brother Zhang is exhausted painting today, and he is also tired, go drink."

Daoist self-cultivation is like a person who knows whether drinking water is warm or not.

For good words and paintings, just appreciate your own understanding with your heart, and don't comment easily.

So as not to affect the perception of others, it is not beautiful.

Yue Anyan looked at the large ink painting, feeling a little bit reluctant, and just wanted to ask for it.

Seeing this, Yun Qiuhe hurriedly said: "Let me put this painting here. When Master Zhang becomes interested, he can continue painting. Let's observe together again. Sister Yue, you will come here often in the future."

He even shook Yue Anyan's arm, quite fawning.

For the painting she likes, she plays tricks again, playing tricks that can be seen through at a glance.

Yue Anyan smiled, stopped arguing with Yun Qiuhe, and followed the three in front out the door.

It was already dark outside, and the time passed so quickly while looking at the painting.

After the banquet, the night was late.

Zhang and Yue insisted on going back to the Taoist Temple, bid farewell to the crowd, went to the city gate and showed the Daolu branch badge to the guards, jumped down from the top of the city, and disappeared into the vast night.

Side by side on the quiet and uninhabited official road, they flew for a long time.

Yue Anyan broke the silence, tilted his head and said, "I heard from Yun Qiuhe, the Master, your formation skills are better than hers?"

"I can only memorize a slightly advanced gossip formation by rote. I don't know much about the basics of the formation. You can learn with Yun Qiuhe, and it's easy to get started."

Zhang Wenfeng knew that the senior sister would ask, so he explained.

He kept his promise and would not reveal the existence of the Mountain God.

The donkey knew it didn't matter, that guy had no sectarian views, and just followed his position.

Yue Anyan understands, the master understands too deeply, she can't learn it, and said with a smile: "The protective formation of the Taoist temple, the master, you have to worry about it, I'm afraid I won't be able to get it in a short time, the formation is too time-consuming, it needs There are too many things to grasp.”

Zhang Wenfeng smiled, "Okay, I'll make overall arrangements and try to complete the formation before mid-October. You learn the basics of the formation first, and then you can set up the mountain protection formation with me."

"Okay, I'm concentrating on studying the basics of formation these days, trying to understand as many problems as possible."

Yue Anyan immediately felt relaxed.

If it wasn't always an unbearable burden for her to keep in mind, it would almost affect her mood.

The two turned to exchange and discuss their experience in practice.

On the road of cultivating immortals, it is long and lonely, and it is necessary to have confidant comrades to promote each other and forge ahead.

Returning to Xianling Mountain, it was almost five o'clock when the black donkey turned out of the darkness with a lively young badger on its back, grinned to welcome the Lord's late return, greeted him, rubbed Yue Anyan's arm, and wandered into the darkness walk in.

The mountain was clean, and the old lame man and the dark boy rested early.

The second senior brother was still copying the books in the main hall, and by the way, waiting for the two to return, the door was ajar, and there was an orange light spilling out.

The two first went to the pool outside the kitchen to scoop up water to wash their hands, and then went to the main hall to offer incense.

The three sat down and chatted for a while, then dispersed.

Zhang Wenfeng went back to the quiet room in the west hall, held a candle for introspection, and sorted out his daily income.

Today, the inspiration burst out to draw a picture, touched the virtual volume of the sea of ​​consciousness, and obtained a new supernatural power.

It was confirmed that what he had in mind was not only killing evil spirits and superseding ghosts, accumulating merits, and being able to complete the scriptures in the virtual book, but also other feelings and understandings, which made him have different choices.

The "bell ringing curse" is a method to deter and restrain ghosts, and it has a great relationship with reciting the "Taishangdongxuan Lingbao Tianzun Said the Wonderful Sutra of Rescuing Suffering and Exorcising Sins" with special rhymes pointed out by Bai Wuchang.

The "Intertwining Curse" corresponds to the green wood winding technique he practiced, which is more complex, powerful and easy to use.

It's a pity that it takes several days to recover slowly after using it once, and there are restrictions on casting spells.

It is also related to the "curse source" he chose.

He used beans as the source of the curse, cast spells to entangle the moon-watching eel monster, and the first-order consummated monster broke free in one or two breaths.

If he could find a vine-like spiritual plant seed, it should be able to solve his problem?
Get the most out of his Interlocking spell.

In addition, you can consider using the Aoki Entangling Technique you have learned to improve and improve the compound spell with reference to the Intertwined Root Curse. This is not urgent, it will take time to slowly understand.

The "Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse" he newly realized, after pondering the scriptures, he has already concluded that it is related to his green wood thorn spell.

A single green wood thorn is not very powerful, but hundreds of thousands of green wood thorns are shot together, and the scene is quite spectacular.

The ants killed the elephants, so he was still looking forward to it.

If he added his newly-acquired law-enforcing guard wrist, and mixed it with the "Wooden Punishing Evil Thorn", it would be enough to drink a pot even if it was a bandit with a higher level of cultivation.

There are many means of attacking spells, and the application of tactics is flexible, so you can protect yourself no matter what happens.

Thinking of his pride, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhang Wenfeng immediately realized that it was caused by inner demons, so he quickly suppressed his floating thoughts and sat upright to recite scriptures silently.

Tell yourself not to forget yourself when you are proud. Fighting and killing are not the goal, but just the means of self-sharpening the Taoist cultivator, and you can't get lost in the bloodlust and tyranny.

Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!

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(End of this chapter)