Taoist chanting

Chapter 194 Wake up, meet a ghost

A little girl with double shofar braids, wearing a patched single coat of white-washed coarse cloth, holding a small bamboo basket in her left hand, digs pigweed in the field ditch, humming happily a ballad: "Blue sky, white clouds and white, the air in the sky Wild geese line up. Line up and fly south, next year will bring spring."

A woman with a vicissitudes of life was wearing a broken straw hat, and she was busy digging in the field, occasionally straightening up, and looking at the little figure, her eyes were full of love.

A dark-skinned man was drinking water from a rough pottery bowl under a tree in the field ridge, fanned the wind with a straw hat, put down the bowl and shouted: "Little girl, come here and give Dad a back beat."

"Hey, here comes the little girl."

With her bare feet, the little girl ran as fast as a wheel on the field ridge.

"Slow down, little girl, stop wrestling."

The woman greeted her hurriedly.

The clear and crisp voice of the little girl echoed in the field: "No, mother, you also come to rest."

"Mother is not tired."

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Zhang Wenfeng slowly stopped chanting. He was immersed in a pure state of mind just now, holding Yue Anyan's hand and vaguely perceived a few blurred video clips. It turned out that due to the influence of the phantom array, the senior sister fell into the memory of her childhood dreams and couldn't extricate herself.

Everyone has obsessions, and monks' obsessions are especially violent at certain times.

Yue Anyan lost her mother and father when she was young, and was bullied. It was rare for her to be able to enter a dream-like place and live happily with her parents. She didn't want to wake up.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment, but did not let go of his tightly clasped hands.

Take out a small case table from the black cloth bag, and put cinnabar ink, yellow talisman paper, talisman pen, inkstone paperweight and other things on it.

After adjusting the ink, dip a pen and ink on the pressed yellow paper and draw three yellow talismans in a row, which are the soul-calling, soul-returning, and soul-awakening talismans. Forehead and left and right shoulders.

The monk is in a state of mind, and it is very troublesome to wake up.

After a long time, it is a kind of harm to the body, and it may damage the foundation of practice.

Put away the tools, take out another bowl of glutinous rice, burn three sticks of incense sticks and insert them side by side in the bowl, and recite the "Prince of Merit and Virtue Cleansing the Body" in the "Taishang Tongxuan Sifang Miaojing" in his mouth. For Yue Anyan who woke up, he could only use his own merits to help Yue Anyan baptize and return to his soul.

The sound of scriptures circled Yue Anyan along with the incense mist, swirling into the empty darkness.

He made a tactic with his right hand, and from time to time made waving movements towards Yue Anyan, who had his eyes closed and his mouth curled up in happiness.

The yellow talisman was automatic without wind, making a slight noise.

A faint voice sounded in Yue Anyan's dream in the fields, calling Yue Anyan to come back.

"Yue Anyan...woke up, the temple master called you...to teach the apprentices..."

"Wake up quickly... Yue Anyan, the second senior brother said..."

The little girl who was jumping happily in the field occasionally showed a hint of confusion on her face. She seemed to hear a few familiar names, especially the word "Yue Anyan", where did she seem to hear it?But can't remember who it is.

"Little girl, quickly bring a shovel to Dad."

"coming."

The little girl giggled and dragged her shovel, and trotted towards the field amidst the woman's complaints about the man, and the intermittent voice lingering in her ears disappeared all of a sudden.

Zhang Wenfeng sensed something in the left hand he was holding, and while he was chanting sutras, he said silently: "Little girl, hurry back to the fairy temple, little girl, come back and read the scriptures!...Little girl, master has asked you to do evening class!"

He kept calling out to Yue Anyan who was sitting side by side with his spiritual sense. At that time, the little girl was not called "Yue Anyan", and he just remembered that it was "little girl" who fell into the dream, and it was the little girl who didn't want to return to her soul. .

When the stick of incense burned out, Yue Anyan suddenly opened his eyes.

Staring at the hand that the Lord and her were still holding together, she subconsciously twitched her palm, but didn't pull it back. She was speechless for a moment, then suddenly came back to her senses, tears streaming down her face.

Zhang Wenfeng's forehead was already sweating, and he felt very tired of using his own merits to wake up the soul-deprived person.

Loosen the clasped fingers, let go of the soft slender hands, gently peeled off the faded yellow amulet on Yue Anyan's forehead and shoulders, put it into the black cloth bag together with the glutinous rice bowl in front of him, and stood up.

He could understand Yue Anyan's inner loss, disappointment and mood swings at this moment, and he had no words to persuade him.

Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine, and the mind must be tempered by itself.

Compared with the second senior brother, Yue Anyan will have bottlenecks and troubles at a certain critical moment in the future.

In the darkness, the green bamboo sword inserted into the rocky ground emitted a faint blue light.

There was silence everywhere, and the woman turned her face to the side and was sad alone.

Zhang Wenfeng wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and walked in the direction of the sleeping badger. At the edge of the formation, he stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at the air to the right, and said, "Who is spying?"

Returning to the original place, he pulled out the Bizhu sword and held it in his hand.

Yue Anyan wiped away the tears from her face. She almost couldn't remember the appearance of her parents. A fantasy brought her back to her childhood memories, giving her a chance to relive the short happy time with her parents.

In her dream, she really wanted to be with her parents and would not wake up, she really wanted to be that carefree and poor little girl.

However, the dream is still a dream, she is already a monk, she must face the reality after waking up from the dream.

With the sword in hand, his face returned to calm and indifferent.

She didn't notice that someone was spying on her, maybe she just woke up, and she was a little distracted.

Zhang Wenfeng waited for a while, and took out three talismans from the black cloth bag. He slightly released a trace of dark energy from the index finger of his left hand as a deterrent, and shouted: "Toasting wine, not eating fine wine, mere ghosts, dare to behave presumptuously in front of me..."

He made a gesture to throw out two transparent talismans and a wooden thunder talisman in his hand. He had just noticed a very faint ghost aura, but it made his heart turmoil.

"Wait, I have no intention of offending you, fellow daoist, forgive me!"

A woman's voice suddenly sounded from the darkness, a little hoarse and stiff, and a white figure appeared in the air.

As the hidden ghost appeared, there was a powerful aura that made Yue Anyan feel palpitations.

Zhang Wenfeng was also secretly surprised. He didn't expect such a powerful ghost to be hidden in the dark, and he almost drew a ghost gate to summon Master Bai Wuchang to catch the ghost. Of course, it will take time for Master Bai to come, and with his ability, it is difficult to subdue such a powerful ghost. female ghost.

It is very likely that the ghost failed, but was eaten by the ghost instead.

He has already summoned the flying sword, which is standing by his side slightly ups and downs, and the supernatural power of the "Bell Ringing Curse" is also prepared, and he can launch a thunderous blow at any time, no matter whether he can beat it or not, he must be full of aura when facing ghosts.

"Who are you, why are you hiding here and not entering the reincarnation of the underworld?"

Asking the question in a tough tone, he felt that the female ghost seemed to be more afraid of his identity as a ghost messenger.

Just like ordinary people in this world are afraid of ghosts, ordinary ghosts are more afraid of living people.

It is an indisputable fact that lonely souls and wild ghosts instinctively fear ghosts.

"Fang Bailan, my concubine, entered this place by mistake and was trapped in the formation and couldn't escape. In desperation, she had to use her soul to hide in the body, and turned to ghosts to avoid the pain of illusion and killing in the formation. The time is difficult, the spiritual things in my body are exhausted and I fall into a long sleep. I have not woken up for a few years.

The female ghost is dressed in white with a unique style, with tassels on the arrow sleeves, and her figure is very concise.

He briefly explained the reason in his mouth, but he was actually looking at the two monks in the small formation opposite.

The cultivation of the two of them was nothing to her, and the half-finished flying sword and a few low-level talismans were just decorations, but the dark energy revealed by the man's fingers and the vague aura of invisible deterrence on his body made her very nervous. Out of fear and panic.

The cultivator in the world of mortals can also serve as a ghost, let her run into it?
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(End of this chapter)