Taoist chanting

Chapter 246
Staying in the ghost mountain at night, the shady scene is like a cover like a dome, and there is a strong ghostly atmosphere.

Occasionally, ghost howls could be faintly heard from the ground, dragging and wailing mournfully, disturbing the monks who were resting and meditating in various mountains.

The top of the mountain is lit with lights, twinkling like stars.

Zhang Wenfeng meditated on the Dharma altar and adjusted his breath, recovering the spirit and cultivation that had been lost in the practice of chanting sutras for a day.

In the wild, protected by a magic circle, he still remained vigilant.

In a trance, he was awakened by inexplicable fluctuations in his mind, opened his eyes, and under the flickering light of the torch,
Seeing a slanted black rock ten feet away on the opposite side, a small dark flower with a large basin mouth quickly bloomed on the top, spreading out layer by layer, thick petals, smooth as black jade, blooming strangely in the dark night Let it go, there are traces of ghostly light flowing slowly on the edge of the petals.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

Not smelling the scent of flowers, he subconsciously held his breath.

Immediately, I saw a huge barefoot shadow suddenly falling from the sky, bringing with it a breeze that was as light as nothing.

There was no one in the darkness, only phantom footsteps. I stepped on the sky and walked to the southeast. I arrived at another mountain with a torch still on in two or three steps. After a few steps, I disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng stood up in a jerk, horrified, this place is too weird, so he greeted the three under the altar via sound transmission.

"Get up, there is a situation."

After barking twice, they realized something was wrong. The two meditators sat indifferently, and even the donkey standing beside him didn't move at all. There was no sign of waking up.

There was still an inch away from the cheek, and he gently retracted his hand.

He noticed that Yun Qiuhe seemed to be in a deep meditation and breathing adjustment. If there was no breath, he would wake up in a while.

He went to the donkey again, and checked with his hand for a while. The donkey was alive and well, just like Yun Qiuhe.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled wryly in his heart, Guizailing is really not an easy place.

I don't know who has offended the big figures in the sky and the underworld. With a wave of hands and feet, an area of ​​dozens of miles is shrouded in some kind of mysterious restriction. On the left, right, front, and rear hills, I can see the lights flickering, and everyone fell into a deep sleep unconsciously. .

Ever since he had seen the supernatural powers of Nine Lives and Yin Soldiers, he no longer used the superficiality he learned from books to understand the world.

A superficial cultivator in the free state is not worthy of lifting the shoes of those old monsters who suddenly wake up after living for an unknown number of years.

It's not that he looks down on masters in the free realm, but that the truth is that the two are not in the same realm.

The deadly silence was so dense and depressing that it made people flustered.

The occasional ghost screams lurking underground all disappeared, and there was absolute silence, even the gusts of wind stopped.

Zhang Wenfeng quietly touched the altar. He was going to meditate and pretend to be calm. He fooled around. That unknown barefoot master must have passed by. He shouldn't have woken up at this time. Where did his usual cleverness go?
Climbing up to the altar with hands and feet and sitting down, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly turned his head, and he saw a pair of bare feet.

Slender, vague, well-proportioned, subconsciously looking up, the fluttering black dress, the bumpy and tall scenery... Do not look at the evil, he hurriedly got up, in front of him was a delicate and fair face that was somewhat transparent, the eyebrows and eyes were hidden under the misty brilliance In the middle, I can't see the expression clearly, the black hair is draped over the shoulders, and there is a striking baby's fist big red flower on the left side of the top of the head, which is so bright and coquettish that I dare not pay attention to it.

Clasping his fists and lowering his gaze, he saluted and said, "I've seen you, senior!"

The woman with hairpin in front of her looked at her for a while, and said in a crisp voice: "You have the smell of the underworld." She played with the white flat ring of underworld energy in her hand, put it on her nose and sniffed it, and said, "You are the fifth The ghost of the temple."

All of her questions were affirmative.

Zhang Wenfeng put his hands down, he didn't know how the token on his index finger got into the other party's hand, and he was able to reveal his identity as the ghost messenger of the fifth temple in one breath, and he became more respectful to the mysterious woman in front of him, saying: "Yes, part-time .”

Use three simple words to explain that he is a living person, not a dead ghost from the underworld.

The girl with hairpins threw it away, returned the transparent Mingqi ring to Zhang Wenfeng's left index finger, moved her bare feet lightly, looked up and down at the quiet Taoist priest standing with her hands down, and said, "You can wake up at this time, and you can still see me, um , why..."

Zhang Wenfeng wondered, he would rather not wake up and see the woman appear.

Why did he wake up so sensitively?

Why is he asking for trouble?
The woman paused for a moment and said, "Can you take out the stone figurines in your bottle and show me."

It is still an affirmative language, and it seems that I am not used to using a questioning tone.

Zhang Wenfeng untied the black cloth bag, took out the vase, took out the mahogany flying sword with the slender hilt, and flipped it a few more times to get out the small stone figurine inside, and handed it to the other party.

No matter how powerful his supernatural powers are, he has no intention of using them at all.

He has a feeling that even if he invites Black and White Impermanence, it might not be enough for the mysterious hairpin woman in front of him to pinch with her own hand. It's purely an intuition, he'd better obey orders obediently, and don't provoke her.

The woman stretched out her white fingers that seemed to be covered with luster, pinched the thin rope of the stone figurine, lifted it up and looked at the "ghost charm" with the fretwork underneath.

After a moment of silence, he returned the stone figurines to Guanzhu Zhang, and said to himself: "All the Yin soldiers left by the way, Moling is empty." Looking up at the sky again, above the black curtain, there are circles of dark clouds slowly swirling in the sky, It looks like a one-eyed eye, overlooking the world looking for something.

Zhang Wenfeng put the items back in place, tied the black cloth bag, and was still guessing where "Moling" was?The woman suddenly said:
"Today is the...five ghosts day of the Geng Zi year."

"Yes!"

Zhang Wenfeng answered simply, and suddenly guessed, could it be that this woman woke up from the ghost cave under Guizai Ridge?

The woman with hairpins walked around casually, and said: "The Yin soldiers gave you a Yin soldier talisman for the dead ghost. The gift is not light. In this way, you are helping the Yin soldiers to leave this place. They didn't say hello, and they left before the five ghosts. gone."

The woman talked to herself and walked towards the main peak of Guizai Ridge in the middle.

Zhang Wenfeng still didn't dare to relax, the invisible pressure was too great.

In front of women, he felt that he was too small.

"Since you are good at doing good deeds and woke up to face me, then follow me to the depths of Moling."

A woman's voice came lightly.

Zhang Wenfeng was so aggrieved that he almost cried, as if he was willing to do good deeds, he respectfully replied: "Yes!"

How dare he say "no", no matter what time, life is the most important thing, and he will fight against it, not to mention that the woman did not show obvious malice, it is different from when he met Jiu Ming back then.

Flying up, a few feet behind the woman, watching the woman walk in the air with her delicate feet, he also walked instead of flying.

As I saw along the way, there were strange stones blooming everywhere on the hills, or one, or three or two. The monks sleeping on the hills all meditated quietly, and the lit torches burned silently without making any sound.

Even if he patrolled the monks back and forth, he fell to the ground and fell asleep at some point.

As far as the eyes can see, it seems to be a lifeless death.

The main peak of Guizai Ridge is steep and majestic, its color is dark and dark, and there are no trees. At this time, the strange black flowers of stones are blooming all over the mountains and plains, with dim lights flickering and ghostly.

The hairpin woman landed in front of an inconspicuous and deep cave in the middle of the mountain in the north, and glanced at the four monks sitting at the entrance of the cave. Suddenly, with a wave of her sleeves, several monks flew to the distant mountain top, and from the cave came another Flying out some formation flag magic weapon or something one after another.

"This is another entrance and exit of 'Moling Youjing'. I have lived in Youjing for a few years, and now it is the third spiritual energy surge. Time flies so fast."

Following the woman's emotionless exclamation words, shortly after the woman stepped into the cave, the rocks above the cave rustled and dust fell, and four complex and simple characters slowly appeared: Moling Youjing.

Zhang Wenfeng, who followed into the cave, walked on the left, half a body behind, and could keep listening without falling too far.

He silently calculated that the ebb and flow of a spiritual energy lasts for a thousand years, and the mysterious woman has lived here for at least two thousand years. He was stunned inwardly, the seemingly young woman has become an old antique in the world.

As he entered the secluded realm of Moling, he didn't know whether it would be good or bad, and he didn't know whether he would see the light of day again.

I can only pray for Taoist ancestors to bless.

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(End of this chapter)