Taoist chanting

Chapter 18 Uphold the Mentality of Eliminating Evil and Promoting Kindness
Zhang Wenfeng took Fu Gujing, who smelled faintly of corpse, out of the backyard, which covered a lot of space, poured a few scoops of water from the kitchen water tank, put it in an old wooden basin alone, put it on the stone table outside the kitchen, and asked road:
"Fu Daoyou, all the monks in the Daolu branch should learn to perform autopsy work?"

"It's good to know more about the case."

Fu Gujing gently placed the evidence package on a clean slate, took a piece of saponin that Zhang Wenfeng reached out to pick from the saponin tree on the side, wet it with water, and smashed it in his hands.

Rubbing out bubbles full of hands, washing hands carefully, glancing in the direction of the backyard with a probe, he explained in a low voice:

"Let her be exposed to these dirty jobs in advance, and when she really fights with thieves, monsters, and evil spirits in the future, she will not be affected by more disgusting things. As a law enforcement cultivator in the Daolu Branch, she may encounter danger at any time, and she must adapt as soon as possible. , to throw away some of the concepts you had when you were on the mountain in the past, you must be careful and discerning, and you can complete the experience alive."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded and smiled: "She has done a good job, at least she didn't spit it out."

It was the first time that Yun Qiuhe came into contact with such a disgusting thing, and Yun Qiuhe really did well.

Fu Gujing washed her hands and wiped them dry on the hem of her robe.

Looking at Zhang Guanzhu, who always seemed very quiet and young, he had seen Zhang Wenfeng's dossier and some information on Xianlingguan in the branch, and asked, "Daoyou Zhang, is this the first time you killed a thief?"

He was very surprised that the other party killed a thief for the first time, and he did it so much that he couldn't help but wonder.

If you are born cold-blooded and regard human life as an ant, this kind of person is quite dangerous.

He must ask clear, cold-blooded or bloodthirsty people, and can't be friends to become companions on missions in the future.

"It is indeed the first time. I went out with my senior brothers to do rituals before, and I have seen many dead people. Since the thieves are evil and want my life, I will save them and not let them do harm to the world. It is also a merit. item.”

Zhang Wenfeng briefly explained a few words, and then said solemnly: "To eliminate evil is to promote goodness, and blessings are immeasurable!"

Fu Gujing understood.

This man has seen many dead people, and has a firm mind, and upholds the mentality of eliminating evil and promoting goodness, so he will not feel any discomfort in killing thieves. He is a little envious, and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, your temperament is suitable for being a law enforcement guard in the Daolu Branch, should you consider one or two? Our Daolu Branch's various cultivation resources and rewards are much richer than those of the scattered people."

The scattered people can assist the Daolu Branch to do things or not.

Of course, in most cases, the scattered people will not refuse Daolu Branch's request for assistance.

Living in the rolling red dust, how can there be so many pure worlds?
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Daoyou Fu. I can't let go of the current situation of Xianlingguan. I'll talk about it later."

He didn't say anything to death, mainly because he was not familiar with the situation, so he couldn't rashly agree. He changed the topic and said, "I know a little about painting skills. If I don't waste time, I can paint a portrait of a female thief. It doesn't matter much."

He graduated from the Yuzhou Academy of Fine Arts in his previous life. He was nurtured by the old man since he was a child. He loved painting and calligraphy, and majored in Chinese painting.

After graduation, because the Chinese painting major was not easy to find a job, he switched to an illustrator.

His sketching skills are solid, and a mere portrait is not easy to capture.

"Daoyou Zhang understands portraits? That's great, please show Zhang Daoyou a stunt of Danqing to solve the urgent need. That... let's watch from the side, okay?"

Wearing a hat, Yun Qiuhe walked out of the courtyard, heard Zhang Wenfeng's self-recommendation, and immediately answered.

The other party is not a frivolous person. Since he can say this, he is obviously very sure.

She took the opportunity to make a non-point request, wanting to observe and learn one or two.

In each hand she carried a large dark yellow tarpaulin bag.

This kind of bag is specially made by the Daolu Institute. It is small when folded, and can hold a lot of items when opened. It is woven with ice silk. It is very strong and tight, and is impervious to water.

The setting sun is like blood, and the twilight is coming.

The chirping of homing birds in the woods added a bit of vitality to the ancient Taoist temple.

Fu Gujing smiled and said, "Just like Zhang Daoyou's old-fashioned passion, Fu must bring drinks next time, and have a lively drink with Zhang Daoyou, please!"

"Don't be polite, you two, there is nothing you can't watch, let's go to the West Hall, please!"

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't understand what Fu Gujing meant to help his junior sister. He didn't mind. His sketching skills couldn't be easily learned by looking at them.

"Wait, I'll clean my hands first. It's really dirty. It's indecent to go to Taoist temples like this, and it's dirty and clear."

Yun Qiuhe put down the tarpaulin bag, and Senior Brother Fu washed the remaining dirty water. She couldn't handle it. Of course, she had to use clean water to clean her hands?

She touched the white zombie, and she was so disgusted that she wanted to rub off a layer of skin with sand and stones.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and poured out the dirty water in the basin, took it into the kitchen, rinsed it clean, and poured out a basin of clean water. After Yun Qiuhe crushed the soap horns and washed his hands repeatedly, he changed two basins of water. After washing, the three of them together Come to the west hall.

Spread a sheet of three-foot rice paper on the desk, fold it in half, and cut it with a knife, then fold it and cut a strip, roughly the size of a quarter.

Zhang Wenfeng pressed the two jade paperweights left by the master on both sides of the top, and asked Yun Qiuhe for the thrush.

He tried the ink color on a small piece of rice paper, and the stone was like a charcoal strip, slightly stiff.

With a small knife, the end of the Daishi circle was cut into a square with clear edges and corners. Then, under the confused gaze of the two of them, they pinched the Daishi as a pen with three fingers, and scratched on the thick rice paper. , whether it is rice paper or the carved pine and smoke ink on ancient inkstones that Master uses, they are all good things that are expensive.

With just a few strokes, the female thief's long hair and face were outlined, followed by the facial features.

He used the pen like a knife, and every stroke was extremely precise.

There are no erasers and other tools at hand, and of course, no matter how good the rice paper is, it is not allowed to change and wipe. This is not sketch paper, nor does it use soft pencil or soft charcoal, but ore without much processing.

Yun Qiuhe's eyes were splendid when he saw it, his heart moved, and his right hand imitated gestures.

It turns out that thrush can also be used for painting, but seeing that it is so flexible and easy to use in Zhang Daoyou's hands, she is secretly delighted, thinking that this time she has learned a trick, and it is not difficult to draw people, as long as the method is right.

Seeing the image of the female thief appear vividly on the paper, as if she came to life, her appearance is actually very beautiful.

Especially the pair of phoenix eyes that no longer stare scarily, there is a hint of surprise in the fog.

Too beautiful!

It was two different things from the dull and unremarkable thin portraits she had ever seen painted by famous Danqing artists.

Look at people, they use a stone to draw the dead to life.

Whether it's the change in the shade of ink or the verve of the demeanor, it feels very similar to the eye.

It's amazing!

(End of this chapter)