Taoist chanting

Chapter 227 I'll give you a try

"Monastery Lord, what new spell do you want me to try together, it won't hurt you? You have to take it easy, you have to go out to watch the night to fight the little ghosts at night."

"Monastery, don't keep smiling at me, you laugh so hard that I feel hairy, why don't we turn around?"

The donkey followed the viewer to a distance, chattering, observing the face of the viewer from time to time, it was very uncertain, the viewer was trying a new trick, why was it unreliable?

Based on its understanding of the viewer, the three-pointed smile on his face is obviously holding back evil.

"Why don't you ask Yun Qiuhe to try out new tricks. She has a high level of cultivation and a thicker skin than me, so she can resist beatings and fights. She is obedient to you and willing to play with you..."

"you shut up!"

Zhang Wenfeng was so annoyed by this noisy and chattering donkey that he almost failed. He yelled at the donkey, not letting the donkey talk nonsense. He secretly moved Yuan Qi, which touched a trace of whirling smoke in the magic wood bead in his arms, and activated the phantom. Wooden beads' phantom attack.

Within a range of three feet, a faint green mist shrouded it.

Zhang Wenfeng, who was in it, could see the scene of the grassland in the green mist, the endless green and gentle slopes, rolling up and down, the sky was blue, the sun was warm, the wind was blowing gently, and groups of cattle and sheep were grazing leisurely on the grassland.

Glancing at the sluggish donkey, he understood that these scenes were the donkey's imagination, which was only visualized by the Magic Wood Bead using similar scenes that existed in the bead, forming a fantasy that the donkey could not extricate himself from.

There is a group of vague creatures that look like horses and donkeys running towards this side.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed, the Magic Wood Bead was too powerful, it aroused the longing in the donkey's heart, and transformed into a group of female donkeys.

Even if there is no image of a donkey in the Magic Wood Bead, the image of a donkey is still simulated by blurring the shape of a horse. Looking at the stupid look of a donkey in heat, it is obviously a trick to make a fool of yourself.

All the illusions are perfectly filled by the donkey's imagination, with almost no flaws.

Shaking his head slightly, he warned the donkey several times, "Leave distracting thoughts and cultivate your mind."

Has this guy still not learned his lesson?

Seeing the restless donkey suddenly stop in its tracks, with a silver thunder glowing from its body, he thought to himself that this is not the case, the donkey's mind is not completely occupied by primitive beasts/desires.

He calmly and unhurriedly transported the Mu Xing Yuan Qi into the Magic Wood Bead.

The scene in the green mist changed again, turning into a forest of trees in a fairyland, filled with mist.

A fuzzy little donkey was running around happily, and there was a little black boy, holding a handful of fresh green grass dripping with water, and feeding it to the donkey, one person and one donkey were chasing and running in the woods...

Looking at the familiar scene, Zhang Wenfeng recalled some forgotten memories, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He and the donkey came to the fairy temple one after another, and it felt like a long time had passed.

Intermittent fragments record the growth of a donkey.

He saw the persistence of the donkey listening to the scriptures outside the hall every day, rain or shine; he saw the excitement of the donkey finding a good drinking stream, jumping and jumping;
The scene suddenly shook, became rippling like water ripples, and then disappeared without a trace.

The shrouded light green mist subsided in an instant, and the illusion created by the magic wood beads was broken by the donkey.

"Very good, my xinxing has improved a lot."

Zhang Wenfeng praised that it was a good thing that the donkey was able to break free from the illusion on its own, and his mood improved a step.

The donkey quickly moved away from the master who was smiling at it, and muttered, "Sire, when did you learn the illusion? I almost fell for it."

"I just learned it not long ago, so I'll try it out with you first."

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and walked back. Being in a grassy environment, the power of activating the magic wood beads was really different. He spent more than [-] yuan of energy. He also found that small changes can boost the changes in the illusion. Improve.

For this attempt, he is quite satisfied.

"Next time if there is such a good thing, please ask the temple master to find Yun Qiuhe. She has a high level of cultivation and can withstand tossing."

The donkey spread its four hooves and ran around the Barren Stone Ridge for several miles.

It has found a new cultivation method, and the effect is very good. It does not have to listen to scriptures and do things in the morning and evening when it is away from home. It cannot waste time. It must practice hard and strive to advance to the second level as soon as possible.

Zhang Wenfeng scolded slowly, "Talking nonsense again!"

Return to the residence, meditate and practice kung fu, practice swords, spells, footwork, draw runes, etc.

With the dim oil lamp, I also drew an ink sketch.

You can't just practice in life, you must also learn to adjust and relax your mind.

Time passed, and I put down my brush to appreciate it for a while, when I heard the sound of a donkey faintly coming in through the crack of the door, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhang Wenfeng was taken aback, would someone make trouble for the donkey with an identity token in the base?
Then I heard Yun Qiuhe's laughter: "The master is practicing, don't disturb him, just follow me obediently, I just want you to cooperate with me to try my new magic weapon, and I don't want your life... don't Run, stop!"

"No, the old cripple said that a woman's mouth is a deceitful ghost!"

"Stop, how fast you can run on four legs..."

Zhang Wenfeng pricked up his ears to listen to a man and a donkey chasing away, he smiled, not going out to meddle in business.

Put away a stack of drawn rice paper and other items, read "Nine Palaces Flying Stars Steps" in the room, use a brush to draw a nine-square grid on the white paper, write the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and strange symbols, and calculate the mystery of footwork.

By the time he figured out a number, five or six drafts had already been thrown by the side.

Write it down in small print on the official graph, tidy up the room, and walk out rubbing your forehead.

It was almost dusk outside, and the hair of the donkey on the hillside was drenched, like a donkey in a soup, with ice scum left on its long ears. Seeing the priest going out, he seemed to be seeing a relative, and came galloping. Yun Qiuhe seemed very happy. Satisfied that her magic weapon inlay has been replaced with the effect of the Jade Crystal, she flew over with a smile.

"Yun Qiuhe bullied the donkey, she beat me with a weapon..."

Before the donkey's complaint was over, Yun Qiuhe raised two delicate fingers and said with a smile: "I promise to help you get two kinds of spiritual grass seeds, especially the sweet grass, which is crunchy and sweet when bitten. It tastes delicious."

The donkey immediately shut up, gulped and rubbed Yun Qiuhe's shoulder. Not many people could be rubbed by it.

Zhang Wenfeng cast a contemptuous glance, this foodie is too easy to buy, at least three kinds of spiritual grass seeds are needed, and they are eaten in rotation.

"Let's go and have dinner."

When it was getting dark, the two of them walked out of the base together with a donkey, and went to patrol the northwest direction.

Form a triangular formation in the air and on the ground, which is convenient for defense and attack.

The night passed, except for encountering two ghost spies, everything went smoothly and nothing happened.

The next few days were such boring repetitions.

During the day, he rested and slept in the morning, got up to practice in the afternoon, and patrolled the wilderness and wasteland all night long at night. All he encountered were some scattered low-level ghost spies, who were dealt with casually by the donkey.

Gradually getting familiar with the wilderness and wilderness, I learned about Guizai Ridge and the Yaozu side, and stopped wandering along the edge, often crossing the wasteland.

These days, the group of ghosts in Guizai Ridge has been surprisingly quiet and did not come out in a big way. There were only three small-scale battles with the monks in the wasteland. There are big moves on Five Ghosts Day.

Fast forward to April 25th.

More than [-] more monks came from the Barren Stone Ridge base one after another.

Although I haven't heard of the day when the attack was launched, the dignified atmosphere before the war became more and more obvious. The base monks came in and out, very busy.

Yun Qiuhe heard some rumors, saying that around the end of the month, Mr. Mo from the Jinhua Pavilion fought against the third-order ghost from Guizailing last time, and suffered some injuries, and he will heal by then.

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(End of this chapter)