Taoist chanting

Chapter 186 Good fate, bad fate, who knows
Inside the bamboo building, Zhang Wenfeng's eyes reflected a trace of jumping flames, showing a little excitement. On the tip of his left index finger, there stood a faint ray of fire like a bean, swaying slightly from side to side.

The middle of the fire light is a very thin cyan, the outside is a circle of thin oval green light, and the outside is white light.

The flames give people a feeling of freshness, vitality and a little coolness.

This is the First Wood True Fire that he spent six days pondering and cultivating. At present, it does not have the power of real fire, it can only be regarded as wood fire. According to the records of the exercises, wood fire has the effects of burning, exorcising evil spirits, and healing. , which is quite different from the Chihuo cultivated by Huoxing monks, it belongs to acquired fire.

He was very satisfied to be able to learn Jiamu True Fire in such a short time, and the rest of the time was to practice step by step, using Yuan Qi to nourish and strengthen the wood fire every day, until he could expel that little bit of witchcraft in his body, so as not to cause hidden dangers. .

He never compares the speed of studying the Fa with a donkey, that guy is inhuman in the first place.

Why bother with your faith!
With a slight flick of his fingers, he suppressed the flames at his fingertips, stood up and walked down the bamboo building.

The sky is a bit gloomy, it seems that it is going to rain.

Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the forest stepping on the cobblestones by the stream.

At the junction of the second floor of the inner layer of the formation, a small pond of two feet square was built. The pier was built with stones by the side of the pond. Two young apprentices carrying water were playing around by the pool.

After more than two months of practice, 36 newly recruited apprentices of Xianling Temple have found the sense of energy, including the young He He who entered the mountain gate later, Wei Jingcheng and Shui Qingru who have no cultivation qualifications, no matter how hard they practice, they are still the same , can't find half a sense of gas.

Zhang Wenfeng strolled into the Qingzheng Bieyuan. It was half an hour before dinner, and it was the leisure time for the apprentices. There were shifts for chores such as carrying water, helping the kitchen, and guarding the mountain gate. of travel stories.

In five days, the annual vacation will be held, and the apprentices are chatting excitedly in twos and threes, looking forward to it.

Passing the exercise room from the corridor, I heard the sound of a beating coming from one of them.

Walking in, I saw a dark and skinny little girl, Shui Qingru, holding a three-foot-long bamboo sword, practicing flat stabbing against the straw stakes that bound the wheat grass, once and for all, very seriously, the outer robe was taken off and folded. On the stool, wearing unlined clothes, with sweat dripping from his neck.

Zhang Wenfeng stopped and looked at it for a while. The little girl's movements were standard and skillful, with her palms facing upwards, her arms stretched from curved to straight, forming a straight line with the sword. After eating enough food for more than two months, the little girl's body has been exercised very well, and her face is rosy. Healthy, just still skinny.

During the pause, Shui Qingru turned around and found that the temple master was watching, so he quickly turned around and saluted with his sword in his arms.

"Shui Qingru, how many times have you practiced the flat stab today?"

"Return to the Lord, seven hundred and fifty times."

"Well, it's [-] times away from today's goal, which is still [-] times away. Let me demonstrate a flat stab. Look carefully."

Zhang Wenfeng took down the teaching bamboo sword hanging on the wall, and stabbed at another standing wooden stake with the sword. The wooden stake, and then draw the sword quickly, leaving a sword hole.

"Have you seen it clearly? Pay attention to the feeling of the leg, waist, and physical strength transmitted to the arm to the wrist, and the strength reaches the tip of the sword. Sword practice is not only about practicing, but also stopping to think about it and pondering the truth."

He has not demonstrated for some time.

This sword flat stab did not use Yuan Qi, it purely relied on physical strength.

The other apprentices who have found the sense of qi have already taught the corresponding basic swordsmanship according to their respective attributes. With practice, it can promote the circulation of qi and blood. Shui Qingru and Wei Jingcheng can only practice the boring one-style flat stab.

"Thank you, the Lord, for your guidance! Xiaoya sees it clearly."

The little girl saluted with her sword in her arms, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Every once in a while watching the main demonstration of Pingci, she has different feelings, and she tries hard to remember.

She doesn't think it is boring to practice the simplest flat stab every day, like Wei Jingcheng, after practicing the flat stab, he will go to learn spears and other sword techniques. For her, being able to fill her stomach is the greatest happiness in the world.

Daoist Yue said that as long as she practiced hard and studied hard, she would be able to stay here forever.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, hung the bamboo sword back, and walked out of the practice room.

Turned around in Qingzheng Bieyuan, walked from the main entrance to the foot of the mountain, an apprentice ran over from the east side of the stone path, stood still and saluted, and said: "My Lord, there is an old man outside the mountain gate, and he has something to ask to see you!"

After learning the rules for such a long time, the former mountain boy would no longer call him "old man".

Zhang Wenfeng said "hard work", and walked to the gate of the mountain, he saw old man Gu walking up and down in front of the archway of the mountain gate. .

"Uncle Gu, are you looking for me?"

Zhang Wenfeng felt strange, clasped his fists and asked, supposedly the old man was also looking for Uncle Lame when he was looking for it.

"Guanzhu Zhang, the old man is being polite."

The old man bowed his hands and saluted, removed the gray cloth covering the bamboo basket on the ground, took out a wooden box, handed it to Guanzhu Zhang, and explained: "It was left to you by my eldest son, Gu Quan. He left the book at home and said he was going out for a long time. After a while, alas, the older you get, the less worry you have, and you are in your thirties, leaving the comfort of your wife and children, what are you doing?"

Zhang Wenfeng heard that Gu Quan left a book and went out to wander around, and immediately realized that Gu Quan had awakened the memory of his previous life, so he took the wooden box with both hands, and asked, "Did he say where he was going? When did he leave home?"

The surface of the wooden box was covered with a very faint breath of Yuan Qi. Looking at it with spiritual eyes, the fluctuations of Yuan Qi formed a kind of restriction that he had never seen before. Through the analysis of the breath, he speculated that Gu Quan's cultivation might have returned to the gradually weakening state. Only strong but not weak.

How long has it been, more than three months?

He couldn't help but think of Liu Hui'er, the ghost in red who haunted Gu Quan III, the former Golden Core cultivator.

Then, Gu Quan III was undoubtedly a Golden Core cultivator before, but he didn't expect Gu Quan to be able to awaken.

"He went out in the morning and didn't go to the house for lunch at noon. Earlier, a letter floated down from the beam and landed at my feet. I can read a few words, the old man. I didn't realize it at the time. I opened the letter... oh, what a crime! Ah, that rebellious son... I don't know why he went crazy, and he didn't even say where he was going."

Old man Gu sighed, kept wiping his old tears with his sleeve, and occasionally glanced at the wooden box in Guanzhu Zhang's hand.

He wanted to know Gu Quan's whereabouts from Zhang Guanzhu.

He couldn't pry open the box before, so he just sent it over.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and continued to ask: "After Gu Quan recovered from his illness, is there anything unusual? Does he go out often?"

The old man Gu frowned, and said: "I didn't find anything unusual. After his health recovered, his errands were gone. In the past two months, he often went out and hung out with those cronies. His mother-in-law couldn't control it. Three to five days It's common to stay in the house, and I don't know who has been seduced by a thousand knives... won't he be entangled in dirty things again?"

The old man suddenly became nervous.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and said, "No." He was very sure.

Seeing that the old man was staring at the wooden box, reluctant to leave, he filled his hand with Yuan Qi and wiped it on the surface of the wooden box.

There was a rough rubbing sound, and Zhang Wenfeng struggled to undo the restraint. Gu Quan seemed to know his cultivation level and set it just right. He opened the lid of the wooden box, and there was a piece of paper inside.

Old man Gu stretched his neck to look, but to his disappointment, there was no words left on a blank sheet of paper.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced quickly, and wrote polite words on the paper with spells, thank you for the help of exorcising ghosts that day, and prepared gifts to reward before leaving, don't shirk, and so on.

After he finished reading it for a while, the spell writing disappeared.

Picking up a blank piece of paper with no handwriting on the back, and below it was an ancient booklet with restrictions on it, with five ancient seals on the cover, "Ling Qian Yi Jian Jue", and closed the wooden box, comfortingly said: "Old Gu Uncle, don't be too impatient, Gu Quan may go back after he has played for a while, this is his home, he is cared by his parents, mother, children and brothers, so he won't be far away."

Old man Gu said "Hey" a few times, with a face full of disappointment, he folded his hands and went back.

The cold wind blew the old man's gray and disheveled hair, and his hunched back made him look more and more bleak and vicissitudes.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly, he didn't understand what Gu Quan was thinking when he recovered his memory, it was impossible to let go of the involvement of this life, and going away would not solve any problems, otherwise there would be evil spirits at the critical moment.

Of course, that was someone else's family business, so he didn't have to worry about that.

Gu Quan was able to advance to the Gradient Realm so quickly, it should be because he opened up a hidden treasure arranged somewhere in his previous life, or else he could have given him an ancient book of sword formulas to return his favor back then?

Perhaps, even Liu Hui'er, the female ghost in red, turned into a haunted ghost and entangled her for three lifetimes and couldn't be consummated because of Gu Quan's calculations?

For Jindan monks who have lived for hundreds of years, in order to survive the long period of Dharma-ending period, they must not use common sense to speculate on the elusive avenue.

Whether it is a good relationship or a bad relationship, who knows?
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(End of this chapter)