Taoist chanting

Chapter 168

The north wind was strong overnight.

When the sky was twilight, the roof of the bamboo building was covered with thick white snow.

In the training room on the second floor, the light blue mist condensed and did not disperse, slowly circling endlessly.

It's warm inside the house, but it's freezing cold outside.

For Zhang Wenfeng who was sitting still, the slightly shimmering brilliance on his skin suddenly disappeared, and the mist scattered around at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a small amount of green energy fell on Zhang Wenfeng.

After a while, the room was refreshed and the temperature gradually dropped.

Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes, and traces of green light flickered in his eyes, he thought for a while, and suddenly woke up from the breakthrough of upgrading to the Qi state, and his perception was sharply magnified countless times the previous moment.

He seemed to have captured a hint of inspiration from the power of heaven and earth.

Perhaps it has something to do with his cultivation near the eyes of the formation. At the beginning of the opening of the formation that day, he once immersed himself in it to figure out the subtleties, and felt the faint movement of Yin and Yang forces in the world. This time, the feeling was clearer than last time.

The opportunity was fleeting, he didn't get up immediately, Fuzhi thought of a way, and slowly recited the Taoist scriptures with a peculiar rhyme in his mouth: "Tao can be Tao, but it is not permanent. Name can be named, but it is not permanent. Nameless, The beginning of all things; the name, the mother of all things..."

He tried to recite all the scriptures shown in the Taoist scriptures from beginning to end, without visualizing the supernatural powers on the scriptures. There seemed to be invisible sound waves washing back and forth on his body like water, and the last word "yes" was not finished. His mind entered the faint Dao realm that he hadn't seen for a long time.

In an instant, the whole person seemed to be in a state of extreme tranquility and emptiness.

No thought, no existence, nothing at all.

He lowered his eyes slightly, "seeing" a faint golden light appearing from the darkness.

The golden light drags its tail, and it swims and circles in the sea of ​​consciousness, with one life and two, and the cycle goes back and forth, the head and the tail are linked together, which is mysterious and indescribable.

After three times, the light merged into one, turning gradually lighter.

Like disappearing into the darkness when it comes.

After sitting cross-legged for a long time, Zhang Wenfeng stood up suddenly, drew his sword and swung it with a "clang".

The room is full of sword light, and the body follows the sword. The narrow bamboo building room is three feet square, as light as a flying feather, and there is no trace of coming and going.

There are several weak spiral winds, which are born from time to time, and disappear under the whirling collision of the sword disc at any time.

The figure, sword and light mixed together, forming a rolling trend.

Occasionally, a burst of sharp energy shoots away through the bamboo wall, and the cold wind outside the house penetrates, and is forced out again.

After about a quarter of an hour, the howling wind gradually weakened.

Zhang Wenfeng stood in the middle of the room, the sword light spread out smoothly like a disc, with a flick of his wrist, "Keng", Qingfeng went into the sheath.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, from his comprehension of the power of yin and yang in the world, he initially grasped the profound meaning of the "sword sharpening style" of the Wujiu Bagua sword.

The realization of this flash of inspiration gave him a new understanding of the use of power and spells, and even his spiritual consciousness was more than doubled, reaching about thirty feet.

Far away, "Dang", there was a faint sound of Fa bell ringing.

Morning class is over.

In the current Fairy Spirit Temple, the scale of homework in the morning and evening is not small, and there are nearly forty people in one class.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the room of the bamboo building where the cracks and leaks were exposed everywhere, smiled and shook his head, and the second brother had to work hard to repair the bamboo building, so he stepped forward, opened the bamboo door and went out.

The cold wind poured in, and the wheat straw futon on the ground, which was used for meditation, was torn apart, and debris rolled in the room.

Holding the corridor behind your back, enjoying the snow-covered scene.

The goose feather snowflakes fluttered with the wind, and fell into the eyes of Zhang Wenfeng, who had only gained something from his perception. It seemed to be another evolution of the power of heaven and earth. He couldn't help but stand still, his eyes blurred.

When he suddenly woke up, the sky was already bright.

A serious look appeared on Zhang Wenfeng's face, he recited the scriptures silently, stabilized his mind, and avoided distracting thoughts.

In the initial promotion stage, the mood will fluctuate.

Not all perceptions of heaven and earth are good things for monks, or they may be caused by the enlargement of obsession.

After a while, the mind is clear and clear, and is no longer confused by foreign objects.

He saw three figures walking through the forest and across the stream in the snow and mist to the east, so he went downstairs and walked into the wind and snow.

"The Guanzhu is out of the customs, congratulations on the successful promotion! Blessings of the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

The second senior brother and Yue Anyan who came over looked at the seemingly different temple masters and cupped their fists in congratulations.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and clasped his fists in return: "The Daoist ancestor is merciful!"

He patted the donkey who was kissing him on the shoulder, brushed off the snowflakes that fell on the top door for the donkey, and said, "Let's go, the snow is getting bigger and bigger. The auspicious snow heralds a good year, but the cold has killed the poor."

Stepping on the snow under his feet, there was a "creak" and "creak", leaving two sets of footprints behind him.

The second senior brother, who was originally using the light body technique to step on the snow without a trace, was also down-to-earth when he saw this. He glanced at Yue Anyan who was wearing a blue cloak to cover the snow. For two or three days, I thought about taking a few apprentices and going to a few nearby villages to give some brown rice to the poor and help them survive the cold winter.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't look back, and said, "Do you have enough money?"

Hearing the Lord's agreement, the second senior brother hurried forward a few steps, and said with a smile: "It's enough to use. The bank note I gave me last time has not been moved yet. The poor don't really need much. They can get through with a bowl of porridge." Difficulty."

"In the future, when encountering such things, senior brother, you and senior sister will discuss and come up with an idea. If you don't break the rules, whatever you do is to practice and cultivate your mind, and you don't have to pay attention to the old ways before."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, he wouldn't reveal the small actions of the two of them.

Goodness wants people to see, it is not true good; evil to fear people know is great evil.

Taoist temples now need land and land, people and people, everything is on the right track step by step, and they are not short of money.

The second senior brother and Yue Anyan obeyed their hearts and wanted to help the poor, he would not refuse, let them do it, this is a good deed of virtue.

Yue Anyan smiled, took a few steps forward, and said, "I won't go out, the Taoist temple needs someone to stay behind, and I'm tired of the second senior brother." He said to the temple master who came over: "Yesterday afternoon, after you retreated, the temple master, Yun Qiuhe After receiving a letter from Fei Ge, she said that something happened to Qingshuiguan, so she flew over at that time, looking very anxious."

Zhang Wenfeng continued to step on the snow, creaked and walked forward, and heard that the matter was not trivial: "I will go there later."

Unlucky Chen Qingqiao, why is he always in trouble.

He secretly guessed, could it be that Qingshui Temple colluded with the ghosts on Xihe Mountain hundreds of years ago, which damaged the luck and virtue, and Chen Qingqiao's master Wei Guangzong's old life was not enough, so the retribution came to Chen Qingqiao, the current temple leader?

The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was possible.

Use up the soup cakes made by the lame man alone.

After a few words of explanation, he rode the noisy donkey hero who was about to go out to handle the case, and ran like flying on the Daxue official road.

The young badger grows fast and is already slightly larger than a normal cat civet. The fluff has turned into needle-like bristles, which shimmer with metallic luster against the light. The stripes are clear. The evil spirit on the body is strong, and it is usually restrained.

At this time, the little guy was curled up in the bamboo basket on the right, sleeping soundly.

The teeth and claws are extremely sharp, tearing jade and iron objects like chewing dried fruit, and naturally like digging holes and climbing trees.

Apart from these, the young badger has not shown any other unique abilities and magic arts. At night, he is full of energy, patrolling the site of the fairy temple, driving away wild animals, without blinking.

I don't know how many birds and beasts have become its belly.

"Monastery Master, you have become lighter, and you don't have much weight on your back. Do you eat less? For a meal like mine, you need to eat at least two or three buckets of grass-fed beans. When you have a good appetite, you can eat five buckets."

Hearing the donkey's concern, Zhang Wenfeng patted the donkey's right abdomen, and said, "It's not that I've become lighter, it's that you've grown stronger. You can eat on your stomach. We Taoist temples can't eat enough now, and the lame uncle just said it." Babble a few words."

The donkey and the young badger each receive five taels of silver per month.

"That old man, I've been used to it for a long time. Last time he heard some guy gossip, saying that I can grind ten dan noodles a day, and I have to try it. I was so scared that I didn't ask him for a drink for three days and avoided him. Let's go, Master, give me some copper coins and put them in the basket, I'll buy them myself when I want to drink, and don't ask anyone to judge me."

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(End of this chapter)