Taoist chanting

Chapter 15 Revealing a little secret
Wu Ganping smiled, took a few steps back to the door, and motioned Zhang Wenfeng to come in and speak.

He couldn't see the doubts and curiosity in this young fellow Taoist, and explained in a low voice: "Master Qiyue broke through the realm of gradually weakening last year, and was promoted to the realm of freedom. He is the first cultivator in our Yuanyang County. , the magical power is not trivial. He may have calculated something, otherwise he would not bother the Daolu Branch without a purpose."

Are you at ease?

Zhang Wenfeng said something silently in his heart.

He has only just entered the Qi Transformation Realm, which is two big realms away from the Freedom Realm.

No wonder Venerable Qiyue has such a powerful Taoist magical power.

Seeing that Wu Ganping was good at talking and willing to share some unknown secrets with him, he whispered another question that had arisen in his heart, and said, "Isn't it because of the rising tide of spiritual energy? How did Master Qiyue... territory?"

Listening to Wu Ganping's meaning, it is not only Master Qiyue who has that kind of cultivation.

There should be other free people.

And what Master Xuanmu revealed in the booklet is that in a normal aura environment, with normal aptitude and resource supply, an entry-level cultivator would have to spend thirty or fifty years of training and tempering if he wanted to advance to the state of freedom.

Most monks will be stuck in various bottlenecks, and they may not be able to break through for a lifetime, and they will not be able to be at ease.

Cultivation is also about chance. Some geniuses have been promoted to the Free Realm in less than ten years. That is a very special case.

Seeing that Zhang Wenfeng didn't understand anything, Wu Ganping was even more certain that the other party's division had fallen completely.

There is nothing to hide about this matter. After a while, it will be a well-known secret in the practice circle.

"The tide of spiritual energy did not start suddenly. According to the calculations of experts, it started more than ten years ago. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth generally gushed out from the cave, and then slowly spread around. In addition, there are some sects and Taoist temples that have been passed down for a long time. There is a way to The interception of spiritual energy has caused some places to be in a state of poor spiritual energy until now."

Zhang Wenfeng suddenly understood that this was called losing at the starting line. He didn't expect this.

The so-called drought will die of drought, and the flood will die of waterlogging. A man who is full does not know that a man who is hungry is hungry.

Wu Ganping kept some secrets about Venerable Qiyue and didn't reveal them. If he didn't have friendship, he would appear frivolous and unstable if he talked too much.

He sent Zhang Wenfeng out the door, and the two clasped their fists to say goodbye.

Back in the public room, Wu Ganping thoughtfully sat behind the desk, on the brown rosewood chair with intricately carved patterns, and pulled a white rope beside it.

Soon he knocked on the door and walked in a young man dressed in black, looking very capable.

"Please help me find out the files of Xianlingguan and Taoist priest Zhang Wenfeng, as well as a file called Lu Jinzhong, and bring it to me together."

"Yes, Master, please wait a moment."

The young man in black clasped his fists and hurried off to do errands.

"Shengzi...what is Shengzi? Where is this evil dao force that came from? It is proficient in assassination, raising evil spirits and zombies. Three people have been exposed, and how many people are hidden in secret? The first case, can't be. Fuck it up..."

Wu Ganping thought for a while, picked up the brush, and wrote a few lines of small characters on a blank note.

He got up and pushed open the single door leading to the next door. Inside was a pigeon house specially used to transmit and receive messages. Two people took turns taking care of it day and night.

Catch a pigeon from a row of cages in the room, put the folded paper into the copper tube tied to the pigeon's feet, tighten the stopper, open a window, and let the pigeon fly out.

Zhang Wenfeng left the Taoist Temple branch, put on a bamboo hat, and walked out of the city through the south gate through a remote alley.

It took more than two quarters of an hour to go around the forest behind Xianling Temple and go up the mountain. When he saw the second senior brother sitting cross-legged on the wheat-grass futon in the open space on the right side of the main hall, his sword was placed on his lap, his eyes closed, and he was alert to the movement outside. Just fine.

"Watcher, are things going well?"

The second senior brother opened his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. He came back very early, before noon, he stood up holding his saber horizontally and asked.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "It went well. Later in the afternoon, the Daolu Branch will send people up the mountain. This case has attracted their attention. Let me go and see how the two evidences in the backyard are going?"

He didn't tell his cousin for the time being that he had broken through and advanced to Huaqi.

Find a suitable time to talk about it in a few days, wait for his cultivation base to stabilize, and learn more about the common sense of cultivation and the current situation.

In the future, Xianlingguan will gradually collect cultivation seedlings from the surrounding villages and towns, and train apprentices to strengthen its power.

He needs the help of his own family who knows the bottom line and trusts like his cousin.

Master Xuanmu made a request in the brochure that the age of spiritual energy can be subdued, and the tide of spiritual energy is rising. We should follow the changes and take advantage of the situation, recruit disciples, strive for resources, and develop the fairy temple into one of the best in the world of cultivation. His old man is still waiting in the upper realm.

On a strange road, Zhang Wenfeng felt that the burden on his shoulders was not light.

Only by taking steady steps and laying a solid foundation can he go far.
For myself, and for the future of Taoism.

The second senior brother didn't say much, just followed the spectator out of the main hall, went down the steps to the green brick yard where he spent half an hour cleaning and wiping, and watched the spectator open the side door of the backyard.

He stopped under the sun, holding his scabbard and standing on a high place without following.

Since his master asked him to go down the mountain six years ago, he moved out of the simple hut in the backyard, and he never went in again.

In the words of the master, his aptitude is not very good, and he cannot inherit the mantle.

He is sincerely happy that his junior brother who carried him up the mountain was able to come from behind and succeed him as the master of Xianling Temple.

He admits that there is such a trace of selfishness in his heart that the fat water does not flow outside the surname Tian.

Zhang Wenfeng passed by the animal shed, touched the top door of the black donkey that came out for release, and ruthlessly pressed the dead skinny guy who was about to bite his sleeve back into the shed where the smell of urine was stinking.

Let's go cool off, Master Dao is busy with business now, and will have time to serve later.

He walked to the innermost thatched hut containing debris, and turned around to check that the three mud walls of the hut were not damaged. He stuck it on the door frame in the morning, and the three yellow talismans on the small window and mud wall did not move, and then he opened it with the key. Old wooden door.

The room was dark, filled with a disgusting but inexhaustible stench of blood and corpses.

Uncovering the withered straw and looking at the two bundles of vines that were in good condition, Zhang Wenfeng looked indifferent and covered the straw again.

He just guessed that the female thief who slipped through the net didn't have the guts to venture up the mountain during the day. He was worried that he would not be able to go down if he came up. Even if he wanted to bring in people, it would take time, but for safety, he simply locked the backyard when he went out and did not let the second senior brother in and out. .

Pass the barn again.

The black donkey persevered and poked its head out to be touched, opened its mouth, and was about to play a passionate and exciting aria.

Zhang Wenfeng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he grabbed the donkey's mouth with his left and right hands.

After staring at the donkey's black and silly big eyes for a moment, Zhang Wenfeng agreed: "Sure, don't yell, I'll let you out to play, don't run around."

Pressing the donkey, he nodded twice in agreement, untied the black donkey, and led it out of the barn.

He didn't have eyes in the back of his head, and he couldn't notice the little smugness in the black donkey's eyes.

Second Senior Brother walked down from Qingzhuchangping, took the reins of the dirty black donkey, and took it to the low mountain stream below to wash it, and let the black donkey eat some fresh autumn grass.

The black donkey was so happy that it "ah... ah..." and made a high-pitched donkey sound that scared away the birds.

The autumn wind is blowing, the leaves are yellow, and the autumn colors are full of wild chrysanthemums.

Donkeys roamed with hooves.

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(End of this chapter)