Taoist chanting

Chapter 25: Falling Wood and Flying Flowers
under the sun.

The donkey suddenly sighed and said, "I am a donkey locked in a shed, what can I use to drive away the evil spirits that fly in the air? If it really bites the rope and jumps out to drive out the ghosts, you won't clean me up afterwards?"

Seeing that human with his back to the sun, with a distrustful smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, his heart shuddered.

The black donkey swore and swore: "I really didn't lie to you, I can't fly, except for kicking high and fast, I don't even know any magic, and I don't have the ability to eat and drink every day. "

Zhang Wenfeng didn't believe this weird donkey's excuses.

Those who really have the ability say that they are incompetent, and only half a bucket of water likes to show off.

He just stared at it without saying a word, and after a while, he burst out three words: "What else?"

"What else?"

The black donkey did not keep up with the leaping thinking of human beings.

It's a pity that it's just a donkey. It can open its mouth every day when it sells cuteness. It's a dull life, but it's decent.

Brainwork... Come on, why does it need to use brains?

Is it possible to deceive one more green grass, or to abduct a female donkey?There are only three or two male human beings in the Taoist temple. After many years, it has been tired of watching it, and most of the time it is empty in a daze.

"Pretend, just pretend!"

Zhang Wenfeng regarded the long-eared demon donkey with a pair of black eyes and big eyes as a creature that was no weaker than human intelligence. Seeing that the donkey's face was full of confusion, he reminded: After the demon came and left for the first time."

"oh oh."

The black donkey recalled hard, recalled in distress, racked his brains, and finally shook his head and told the truth.

"My perceptual ability is limited. I slept well at night, and the evil ghost's breath was gloomy and cold. I could only detect it when I woke up. After the evil ghost left, I fell asleep again, and I didn't feel anything wrong. That...is it in Taoism? Got robbed?"

Got robbed again?

Zhang Wenfeng saw a slight difference in those donkey eyes, and asked in a tone of voice: "Before our yard was haunted, did strangers come in?"

He believed that the donkey probably didn't find out that he had used the dead body to return to the sun.

This guy sleeps standing up, dozing off lightly, and will make noise when he really finds out.

"It was someone who had entered the outside, just two afternoons before the haunting, not a stranger, but your fifth senior brother. The hunchback took him around the yard, and he left after a short time. A quarter of an hour later, I saw Fifth Senior Brother take a look in the backyard again, he was the only one, sneaking around."

The black donkey has a deep impression on the fifth senior brother. The human being is polite and graceful when he sees everyone smiling, but he often shows another face behind his back.

As a donkey, humans are not guarded.

It doesn't like that hypocritical human being.

The day before that human being was persuaded by Lao Guanzhu to retreat down the mountain, he led it down the mountain to drink water and eat grass.

It listened to the human gnashing his teeth and whispering cursing "The old man is immortal, I will come back one day" and so on, and kicked it a few times to vent its anger.

It doesn't care about it, or if it jio hits that human's crotch, it can make that annoying guy go to heaven.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, he had long noticed that the hunchback was greedy for petty gain, and occasionally moved the vegetables from the field to his own home, just thinking of the face of the old temple master and his relationship with the relatives of the same old Zhang's family.

In the past, he was thin-skinned, so he never exposed the hunchback and dismissed him, but instead, he killed his life.

Leaning down the arm holding the sword, Zhang Wenfeng saw the donkey's taut skin relax obviously in the sun, and suddenly realized that this guy seemed more nervous than him.

He continued to ask calmly, "When did you awaken your mind?"

So far, he has not felt any negative things such as tyranny, killing intent, etc. from the black donkey.

Now that he has cast the spirit eye technique, his perception is much stronger at this time, and he can detect some unknown changes.

It's just very strange, after looking at it for so long, he didn't see the demonic fluctuations on the donkey.

Is the cover up so well hidden?

The black donkey grinned, revealing neat white teeth, gave a cute smile, and said:

"About four years ago, on a summer day, the old master was still able to travel far away. It seemed like I had a long dream, and I suddenly woke up from the drowsiness. The feeling was very strange. Now, I can understand people's words, and the old master praised that I have become spiritual, and the world has changed."

Listening to Donkey's words, Zhang Wenfeng found that fragment from his memory, and the two were combined. That's what happened.

At the age of eighteen, he had just passed the assessment of the Daolu Branch and officially obtained the Daoist ultimatum.

"As far as I know, the little demon who has been activated for ten years should not understand human speech?"

"This... I don't know either. I grew up in a Taoist temple. The old temple master didn't give me a rope at that time, and let me move freely in front of the Taoist temple. I like to listen to you chanting sutras sooner or later, but I couldn't understand it at that time. , I just thought it sounded nice and comfortable, and only after I opened my intelligence did I want to understand."

There was an aftertaste intoxicated look in the black donkey's eyes.

The sun shines on its fur, and it shines like satin.

Zhang Wenfeng felt something in his heart, but he couldn't grasp it, and asked subconsciously, "What do you want to understand?"

"It's listening to you chanting the scriptures. It should be that after listening to a certain Taoist scripture, I suddenly became enlightened."

Seeing the strange look on Zhang Wenfeng's face, the black donkey thought he didn't believe it, and emphasized: "It must be like this. He has heard a lot of Taoist scriptures, and has been influenced by the Taoist sect, and has obtained the creation of heaven and earth."

It boldly put gold on the face of its donkey, and even moved it out.

Zhang Wenfeng jumped up and ran up the hill with his sword in hand, as if he had been kicked out by a dog.

The black donkey was startled, and then realized that it wasn't to be detrimental to it, and he didn't know why the human was so crazy, so he hurriedly shouted: "Hey, Zhang... That spectator, can I stay? You give me a letter. ."

Finally, there is a human being who can chatter, and it really doesn't want to live a life of wandering.

With its meager experience, it can know that life outside is full of dangers.

It's such a big lump of meat walking outside alone, it's not good to fall, and there are not many humans who care about it.

Drilling into the remote mountains and swamps, it does not have the courage.

It is still comfortable to stay in the Taoist temple, and the chanting of the sutra is pleasant. It does not have to bother to find food and water. This is the life of a donkey.

In addition to the fact that the temple master has been haunted by ghosts in the past few days, he is a little bit lost, and he screams from hunger.

It doesn't want to leave the Taoist temple to wander alone, unless it can learn a few sorcerers.

"Can!"

Zhang Wenfeng left like the wind, leaving a word in the air.

The black donkey jumped up and down with joy, jumped and jumped, and was so happy that it screamed in the ground and went crazy. It was indescribable how happy it was at this time.

Good days, promising days beckon to it.

Zhang Wenfeng was hit by the word "Dao Jing" by the donkey, and it seemed like a bolt of lightning had entered his mind.

He silently recited "The Tao is the Tao, the very Tao; the name is famous, the very famous", and he didn't look at the bumpy obstacles under his feet or the obstacles in front of him. backyard, closed the door with a backhand.

He was barefoot, his trouser legs rolled up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his face was stained with mud.

He drew his sword and leaped and moved in the open space, practicing the wooden swordsmanship "falling wood and flying flower sword" that he had learned from his master.

This set of thirty-six swordsmanship, which is known for its complexity and sensitivity, has long been practiced skillfully.

Immersed in that faint dao at this moment, using the sword technique is another mysterious and dazzling, the sword energy is cold, and the pale blue light is pouring in all directions, like thousands of sword shadows, coming and going in the passage between the huts on both sides Vertical and horizontal, wanton floating.

The setting sun slanted until the golden sunlight passed through the gaps in the tree trunks and covered the top of the mountain.

The cold light of the sword energy suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his sword Zhuo Li, his bearing was just like.

A layer of dust and fallen leaves were rolled up under the eaves of the thatched huts on both sides, piled up like waves. He settled within two or three meters, and the blue brick floor was clean, as if he had been washed several times, and a smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth.

He himself felt that his swordsmanship had greatly improved after this exercise.

Compared with the swordsmanship mastered in the past, there is a kind of free-spirited swaying, and the strength and speed are completely different.

He also comprehended a reborn swordsmanship from the thirty-six swordsmanship.

He named that move "Flying Fancy" and combined it with Yuan Qi, it was light and dazzling, and the splendor contained a one-shot kill.

At this moment, the Yuan Qi in his body was almost empty, and a three-foot shallow pit exploded on the blue brick ground two feet in front of him. Inside the pit was a slanting sword mark that was at least five feet deep.

This is the power of his "flying style".

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(End of this chapter)