Taoist chanting

Chapter 16 Important Things You Can't Remember

Zhang Wenfeng put on his old work clothes, rolled up his sleeves, cleaned the donkey stable, and rinsed it twice with clean water.

Busy and busy, I went to clear out the pile of things in the thatched hut I lived in, and piled it in the northwest corner. I had to burn it when it was empty, and put clean straw, cloth mats, cloth quilts, etc. on the bed again, and cleaned it up neatly. refreshing.

I went to the back mountain vegetable field and picked three autumn eggplants, six ladle vegetables, and a handful of spinach.

Go back to the kitchen and cook a pot of mixed grain rice, cut a piece of old bacon, put it in another large iron pot, boil and scrub until the water is not cloudy three times, take it out and scrape the skin with a kitchen knife until golden brown, cut the bacon into pieces Evenly large flakes.

Heat the oil in an iron pan, put in the bacon slices and fry for a while, then add some chopped old pickles to add flavor and fry together, and finally sprinkle a handful of chopped spinach leaves for decoration. bowl.

Taoist practitioners are not afraid of meat and fish, and they can't help marrying, and they advocate thrift and not extravagance.

The second senior brother looked at the bowl of spinach clear soup with one meat, two vegetables, and a bowl of clear soup with spinach on the table. Did you find the silver ingot?
When the spectator treats guests with self-denial, he can only suffer.

Before eating, Zhang Wenfeng instructed: "Eat with your belly open, don't leave any leftovers."

Before the cultivation is complete, they are actually big-bellied men.

He was worried that the second senior brother would not let him go, so he saved his rations for him.

Eat without talking, sleep without talking, when the meal is really started, the second senior brother has no other ideas, it's so delicious!
Chopsticks don't stop, like wind and clouds.

The food was eaten without any leftovers, and the oil bowl containing the bacon was adhered to the principle of not wasting by the master, and the only remaining rice was mixed with the remaining rice to clean it up.

The feeling of being full to the throat and throat is a very happy and satisfying enjoyment.

It seems that for a long time, it has not been so full.

After the meal, the second senior brother rushed to clean up the kitchen and wash the dishes, while Zhang Wenfeng went to the shade of a tree to take a stroll to digest food.

After about half a quarter of an hour, when the second senior brother came out, Zhang Wenfeng talked for a few words, then went back to the thatched hut and changed back to the guest's blue robe. He took care of it cleanly and neatly, opened the door of the west hall, and walked in and closed the door with a backhand.

He took out the exercise booklet from his pocket, put it on the desk, found a blank hand-bound booklet specially used for copying scriptures from the drawer, and copied it neatly in lower case letters, with meticulous graphics.

Huabut took an hour to copy the book, and the rest continued tomorrow.

He read the "Qingmu Huabo Technique" several times, and he was able to recite it, and then closed the booklet.

Standing up and walking in the open space thinking about it, after a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth.

He understood the true meaning of this spell, stood still and calmly, recited the Qingxin Art once, and eliminated some distracting thoughts. After the whole body was clear, he used his thoughts to visualize the slender and fuzzy tree-like Yuan Qi in his dantian, guiding it to be released suddenly.

There was an imperceptible gleam of light on his skin, as if dyed with a very light, very light cyan, and he successfully cast the spell.

Zhang Wenfeng was overjoyed and did not interrupt his meditation in the state of meditation. He found that the Yuan Qi in his body was being consumed rapidly, and it took only three breaths to make the Yuan Qi he had recovered with great difficulty become transparent. With distracting thoughts, the spell dissipated immediately.

His skin quickly returned to its normal complexion.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth. This defensive spell consumes too much energy, and it is not clear how powerful it is. It is indeed much more convenient than casting the golden light amulet that requires chanting, or his cultivation base is too weak.

He was still very happy to be able to learn a basic spell by groping.

He put the original booklet in his arms, copied the booklet and clipped it on the bookshelf, and he did not intend to spend time trying to figure out the other spells recorded later. If he didn't cultivate it, it was a waste of time.

Standing still and posing as a green wooden stake, with hands drooping like tree beards, relax all over, adjust mind and breath, get rid of distracting thoughts, and perform standing exercises according to the method taught in Master Xuanmu's exercise booklet, so as to speed up the recovery of cultivation.

When I practiced the exercises to the point where my body and mind were extremely calm, I remembered something I had overlooked.

When he was escaping from the ghost gate, he silently recited the famous Taoist scriptures, as if he had entered a strange and mysterious realm.

There was also an inexplicable pale golden light around his body. That kind of magical feeling, indifferent and calm, could only be understood but could not be expressed in words, it seemed that he would forget it out of his mind at any time.

Zhang Wenfeng was so blessed, the corner of his mouth tickled slightly, so it was.

He silently recited the scriptures in Chapter 1 of "Tao Te Ching" with ancient Chinese phonology and rhythm in his heart.

The scriptures of Langlang are like invisible water flowing through the whole body.

The heart has no external objects, a clear mirror.

The exercises continued to run, complementing the scriptures, and before he knew it, he fell into a wonderful dao state again.

Surrounded by a thin layer of blue mist, occasionally a trace of pale gold shone and disappeared.

When he finished his work and opened his eyes, a trace of confusion flashed across his face.

He felt as if he had forgotten an important thing, leaving only a shadow of an impression, and he couldn't remember anything. After a while, he gave up his futile thinking.

He is not a stubborn guy who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back.

Sometimes I can't find an item, put it away, and it will suddenly appear after a few days.

Zhang Wenfeng looked inside for a while, and was surprised to find that the tree-shaped Yuan Qi in the dantian had not only recovered, but had also grown a circle, and he no longer had the previous feeling of vain and unstable. magic.

Glancing at the clepsydra in the corner, it took almost an hour before he knew it this time.

The sunlight that shone through the shade of the trees and entered the window lattices had already set in the west.

The light and shadow are colorful, warm and warm.

Zhang Wenfeng walked slowly in the room and thought about it. The monk practiced his exercises to concentrate on being quiet and avoid being disturbed. He still doesn't know how to form an array. In the future, he must enter a quiet room to avoid being affected by the sudden noise from the outside world.

The second senior brother who was guarding the corridor of the main hall suddenly asked loudly, telling him that someone was coming up the mountain in this way.

Zhang Wenfeng felt more and more that the next practice should not be too casual.

Going to the door and pulling the bolt to open the door, I saw Fu Gujing, who had changed into casual clothes, and a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a gray robe, floating up the mountain in the east forest.

Shaking his hand to signal the second senior brother who was holding the sword hilt not to be nervous, Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the west hall, went down the steps to meet him, cupped his fists and smiled, "You two have had a hard time on the road."

Fu Gujing returned the salute with clasped fists, and introduced her to take off her hat, revealing a beautiful woman with a somewhat heroic face.

"This is Yun Qiuhe, the new law enforcement guard of Daolu Branch."

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the young woman wearing ordinary men's robes and eyebrows like a machete, clasped her fists and saluted: "Zhang Wenfeng, a Taoist priest from Xianlingguan, has seen fellow Taoist Yun."

The woman held a hat that could conceal her face in her left hand, clasped the green onion-like thumb and index finger of her right hand, and put the other three fingers together, and returned a one-handed salute with a soft voice: "You are welcome, Daoist Zhang."

Fu Gujing saw that the second senior brother who walked down the steps of the eaves had no fluctuations in Yuan Qi, so she nodded in response, looked at the small old Taoist temple in front of her, and said, "Let's offer incense first, let's get busy later."

Zhang Wenfeng introduced the second senior brother to them, extended his hand and invited them to the main hall.

After completing the process of offering incense, Zhang Wenfeng and the second senior brother whispered a few words, and asked the second senior brother to continue guarding in the main hall. He took Fu Gujing and the two down the steps to the backyard, opened the door of the hut where the sundries were piled up, and smelled the smell in the room. The strong stench of corpses inside.

The woman subconsciously held her breath.

The killed zombies couldn't restrain the smell from the inside out, and the smell became more and more unpleasant.

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(End of this chapter)