Taoist chanting

Chapter 251 The Sword Fits the Body, Planting Flowers with Slender Hands

I heard that the temple master has made great achievements and earned a new land for Xianling temple. After the morning class on the second day, the second senior brother who was thinking about it hit it off with the donkey, ate a few mouthfuls casually, and brought the mountain badger who was tumbling and clamoring to go out , and ran towards Guizailing in the southwest.

Zhang Wenfeng let them go to play, the donkey's neck was tied with the gray sword-shaped token that participated in the Battle of Guizailing, and the spirit beast card issued by the Daolu Branch of the county seat, allowing them to travel unimpeded in most places in the Da'an Dynasty.

In fact, the straight-line distance from the Taoist temple to the newly acquired fiefdom does not exceed [-] miles. At Zhang Wenfeng's current flying speed, it takes about an hour and a half. When the speed increases in the future, the time will be even shorter.

The new hairpin woman in Xianlingguan has loose hair and likes to walk around barefoot.

Because they were friends brought back by the temple master, from apprentices to old cripples, Wei Xingde and others, according to the temple master's request, they were politely called "Mr. Mo" instead of "Mr. Mo".

Hairpin women don't wear Taoist robes, don't read Taoist scriptures to do homework, don't even enter the main hall of Taoist temples, and don't take apprentices to play.

Apart from chatting with the temple master once in a while, he didn't have much to say to other people, nodding his head at most was considered a response.

Qingqing is very quiet, not difficult to get along with, but not easy to approach.

After a few days back, Zhang Wenfeng was very busy, giving lessons to the apprentices, explaining the interpretation of the scriptures, telling short stories to explain the big truth, teaching the apprentices sword skills and cultivation, and tied up his trousers to fertilize the crops in the fields and on the slopes of Xitanling , Ling Zhi.

The wheat field irrigating Lingquan stream is growing well, and the small piece in the northwest corner is particularly high.

The other wheat had already sprouted ears and filled the grains, and the hundred and ten he took care of specially started to head.

The sun is setting, and twilight will rise.

Zhang Wenfeng wandered around the field, and finally decided to try one or two, and if he failed, he would accumulate experience for the next time.

His spiritual consciousness touched the golden scriptures in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he silently recited "Mystery is Mystery, the Gate of All Realms", and cast the magical power of "Green Light Reflection Curse", releasing a soft light green light out of thin air.

Spread the light green light thinly, stretch it to four feet wide, and slowly cover the wheat plants.

He left more than ten plants without covering, and took care of the ordinary wheat on the side. He wanted to make more comparisons.

He slowly controlled the vital wood energy, irrigated the wheat plants evenly, and checked the status of the nourished wheat at any time. If he found something wrong, he could remove the light green light in time.

Mo Ye was walking barefoot on the pebbles by the stream, not knowing what to think about, she suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of the wheat field, took a step, and came to Zhang Guanzhu's side, stretched out her hand to catch a little green light from the field, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed , tasted the green woody smell again, smashed his small mouth, and spat the green light onto the ground with a little disgust.

"Do you want to cultivate low-level spiritual plants yourself?"

Zhang Wenfeng controlled the light green light, nurturing the wheat plants subtly, and said: "From scratch, you have to try one or two."

Mo Ye looked at it for a while, and reminded: "It's too late, they can't bear the remaining wood energy."

Zhang Wenfeng inspected several times, he was still a little hesitant at first, should he stop? Hearing Mo Ye's voice pointing, he hurriedly raised his hand to gather the remaining half of the green light into a ball. Slowly falling towards Xitan Ridge, pouring some green light into each of the eight corn plants that grow to a height of four feet.

Fly to Wangxia Ridge again, and give some moisture to the spirit peach tree, plum tree and three thorny wire vines.

All the rest are supplied to the rock trees in the cave, and try to cover the rain and dew evenly, and dare not give too much at one time.

Mo Ye watched Zhang Guanzhu, who was dressed as a farmer, finish his work, and said, "You have good supernatural powers. It can nourish and strengthen vitality. It can not only heal wounds, but also change the growth of plants. You have your own unique ideas about the perception of Mu Xing."

Zhang Wenfeng took off his bamboo hat and fanned it in his hands. Hearing Mo Ye's evaluation of him, he was very happy.

Although the divine channel technique was endowed by Taoism scriptures, he put in great effort in the process of seeking it.

What he's trying now is groundbreaking.

Walking in the direction of the water pool, he said with a smile: "The road is made by people. I have the qualifications of woodworkers. I will work more in the woods and fields by myself. I will cultivate my mind and practice. Taoism is natural, and I will eventually get something."

Mo Ye nodded slightly after hearing this, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

When she was born, Hua Ling had a fourth-level cultivation, and any supernatural powers, ghosts, and secrets can be learned at a glance, and there is no need to learn it a second time.

No one has ever reminded her to look down and see the difference between the underworld and the world.

Wanting to go out with Zhang Wenfeng, besides sleeping for a long enough time, she didn't hate this human monk who was able to wake up and "see" her at that time.

The high-ranking monk talked about eye contact, and she felt that this human being was a little different.

Zhang Wenfeng reached out and picked two freshly ripe peaches, washed them in the clear water of the pool, and handed one to Mo Ye.

"Try it, the fruit trees transplanted this spring don't taste as good as the spiritual fruit, so it shouldn't be unpalatable."

The two sat on a nearby rock and ate peaches.

One dressed like a farmer wearing a bamboo hat and trousers, with a calm demeanor and a kind of indifference and cleanliness on his body.

Even though the other one is barefoot, she is hard to get close to because of her natural aura.

"I want to open up a small piece of land and try to grow something."

"Just use whichever piece of land you like."

"It's not suitable for you here, the flowers and plants I plant are very cloudy."

The conversation between the two didn't take much thinking. Mo Ye picked up the stream with his bare feet, and his long skirt was just wet in the water. He pointed to the northwest direction and said, "There is a barren mountain and forest more than ten miles away. I planted things there. Let people find out."

Zhang Wenfeng immediately thought of the haunted forest. Since Mo Ye said that no one would find out, of course he believed it.

"need my help?"

"Being not."

Mo Ye left a little room for her words, she discovered the extraordinary power of Guanzhu Zhang's supernatural powers.

After eating the glutinous, sweet and delicious peaches, Zhang Wenfeng stood up and buried the peach pits in the open space when he heard the dining bell coming from the direction of Qingzheng Bieyuan, "Shall we go to dinner together?"

Mo Ye sat still and refused, "I'm not used to it."

She doesn't need to eat at all, a fresh peach is already very face-saving.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled. He didn't care about the woman's directness, and went east along the stream. He thought it would be fine if Mo Ye could find something to do.

The second senior brother traveled far away and stayed for three days in the new fief named "Lingcao Ridge" that the donkey racked his brains to build two wooden sheds for shelter from the wind and rain. A lot of tree stumps were re-laid in the land boundary.

After returning, he began to discuss with the temple master, Wei Xingde, and the old cripple to prepare for a large-scale construction project, to renovate the uphill road of Xianling temple, to build many two-story courtyards on the high hillside, and to renovate the backyard on the top of the mountain as a new house.

The progress of the apprentices' cultivation is good. In the second half of the year, it is very likely that some people will break through the realm and advance to Huaqi. After becoming a monk, they need to have a separate residence, and it is impossible to squeeze into the Qingzheng other courtyard.

The Taoist temple is not short of money, and there should be some new changes and new atmosphere.

The second senior brother was thinking about building the fairy temple like a big sect. In his opinion, it would be a matter of time.

Regarding the ambition of the second senior brother, the old cripple strongly supported him, and his voice was much higher.

Wei Xingde was in charge of running errands to select good craftsmen, and called groups of people to come up with plans and negotiate prices. He was busy, and truckloads of wood and stone were transported into the mountain gate from time to time.

Zhang Wenfeng ignored miscellaneous and mundane affairs, and left them all to the second senior brother.

I was busy in the fields, and I came back for ten days before I knew it.

He thought that his mind was adjusted to the best state, sat cross-legged in the bamboo room, recited the Qingjing Sutra three times, then looked inside the ancient scroll "Tao Sutra", and began to recite silently according to the rhyme from the first sentence. Make an attempt to read a complete scripture.

There is an invisible golden light flowing on the body, and the chanting of the six scriptures is the washing of six different golden lights.

A faint dao rhyme emerged from the ancient scroll, like a flash of inspiration, Zhang Wenfeng drew his sword and grasped a rare opportunity to comprehend.

He didn't know if he would have such a chance next time, so he subconsciously chose to practice the flat stab sword countless times, immersed himself in it, and repeatedly changed the angle and direction to stab.

An ordinary stab, mysterious and elusive, filled the room with a cold sword aura.

He could feel the fit of his hands, body and wooden sword, and gradually became consistent with a kind of divine will.

A wisp of sword intent was condensed and formed when he stabbed again and again.

The bamboo building seemed to be overwhelmed, and there were subtle "click" cracking sounds.

In the blocked water pool and cave in the Haunted Forest, Mo Ye has already refilled the cut-off stone platform with mud and rocks, creating a piece of land near the pool water, more than ten feet above the water surface.

She paved the ground with thick black soil, planted four black seeds, and looked up at the direction of the fairy temple.

She noticed a different breath than usual, glanced at it and looked away.

No matter how brilliant the swordsmanship in the world is, it is not worth mentioning in her eyes.

With a wave of her hand, the cave was filled with a cold atmosphere, and she wanted to plant a few ghost flowers that were very common to her in the world.

Idle is also idle, learn to find something to do.

……

(End of this chapter)