Taoist chanting

Chapter 26: My Donkey Is Different

A few green bricks were pryed from the corner of the courtyard wall, some soil was buried, and the potholes made by practicing swords were restored and leveled.

Zhang Wenfeng opened the courtyard gate, wore a sword at his waist, and went down the hillside with bare feet. He saw a mess of trampling on the half-plowed field, and the black donkey disappeared.

"Black donkey, where did you go? You haven't come back yet."

Zhang Wenfeng let out a cry. Ever since he heard that the donkey was enlightened by chanting scriptures, he was not worried that the donkey would run away from home.

Of course he wouldn't kill his own monsters.

"Ah uh... ah... uh..."

From the upper reaches of the stream on the northwest side of the low mountain, a donkey croaked, and the black donkey jumped out of the woods, all wet.

"Go away and shake the water, don't mess with me. Since I kindly take you in, I have to make a contract with you for three chapters. You can't violate the rules of Taoism. If you violate it, don't blame me for driving you away."

Zhang Wenfeng pushed the dead-skinned donkey away. Others had cats and dogs. He had a good time here. He had a cute [-]-pound donkey.

The black donkey grinned like a grin, and nodded again and again as a guarantee, "Don't worry, I will never violate my moral conscience, and I know the rules of Taoism."

It's very arrogant, and I don't know where to learn it.

The donkey then turned his head again and said, "Lord Guan, I just saw the old lame man, the second senior brother, and the huozi go to the mountain bend."

Zhang Wenfeng let out an "oh", suddenly remembered something, and stepped up and asked, "Won't other monks see through the identity of the monster when you are like this?"

Yesterday, Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe came here, especially when Fu Gujing stayed in the backyard for the night, they had seen black donkeys.

The two of them didn't seem to see anything wrong with the donkey?
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't see the demonic fluctuations on the black donkey with his spiritual eye technique. I don't know why?

Could it be that after listening to a lot of chanting, the donkey became different from other monsters?
"I don't know. I talked to them yesterday, but they didn't pay attention to it. Hey, don't talk nonsense next time. It'll be bad if you meet someone who understands donkey words. By the way, Guanzhu, how can you suddenly understand me? , I used to scold you..."

This is an unusual donkey who has been lonely for a long time and is very expressive.

As the saying goes, too many words will lead to mistakes, and the donkey is no exception. It immediately shuts up.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the embarrassed donkey, first recorded the account in the small notebook, and for the time being did not care about it, and said, "Don't talk nonsense in front of people. You can open your head with a donkey and a wooden head. What's strange about me suddenly understanding donkey words? Tonight, I will try to figure out the sound transmission technique, and it will be convenient for me to speak with you in the future."

He also found it strange that he walked with Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe yesterday, but he didn't seem to hear the donkey talking?
When did he awaken this unique and rare language talent?

"Yes, yes, I promise not to talk nonsense in the future."

"One more thing, as a demon donkey, you have only tilled so much land, and you are so tired and angry. You eat so much forage, where did all your strength go?"

"No, Guanzhu, you have embedded the plowshare too deeply into the ground, which is not usually the case. How can you bear it after [-] laps? Chew some hay every day and talk about wrapping your belly. Your health is very bad, and the farmland is still cattle. Well, why should the Guanzhu embarrass me, an errand donkey?"

After listening to the donkey's grievances, Zhang Wenfeng was silent.

Although he inherited this body, he knows how to plow the land, and he is skilled, but his cultivation has soared, he accidentally used a little more force, and did not pay attention to pressing the plowshare too tightly. Of course, he would not be in front of this donkey. Admit mistakes.

If you are wrong, you can correct it next time, and don't let the donkey have a chance to squirm.

"I serve you delicious food and drink every day, pick and choose from work, and buy a cow to come back after a while, but you have to take good care of the Taoist temple and the backyard at night, and don't let the Taoist temple enter if you are indifferent. Evil ghost, thief, you are a donkey, others will not guard against you, can you do this little thing well?"

The black donkey was reprimanded, but instead of being discouraged, he became more motivated.

It leaned its head over and grinned, and said, "This can be done. I will cover the work of guarding the home at night... Well, do I have to remove the rope? Or can I watch the night."

As a donkey, rushing to do the dog's work, for the sake of freedom, it thinks it is a good deal.

Zhang Wenfeng pushed the donkey's face away and made a final call: "Yes!"

Shandao could already see three figures with packages on their backs, so he ended the conversation with the donkey and packed up the wooden plow and tools.

The black donkey went to the side to shake off the water stains on his body, and stood quietly and docilely.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at it, he was very good at pretending to be a sample, and he had to investigate it for a while.

But the donkey's inadvertent dependence on Taoist temples, he can feel one or two, and he shouldn't be able to pretend.

"Hey, Brother Feng, how can I let you work in the field?"

The old lame raised his hand to say hello, and said, "Tuozi's house has been doing a decent feast these days. We have packed some clean fried fish, braised elbow meat, chopped meat, and fried balls. This evening, Brother Feng will have a good meal. , and brought a small jar of sorghum soju."

He glanced at the dark green sword hanging on the waist of the Guanzhu. He was a martial arts practitioner and was keen on this.

When did the spectator switch to a new sword?
The hunchback smiled so brightly that he added a grandson with a handle to the family, and someone who succeeded him could inherit the incense.

These days, he sees everyone smiling, full of joy, and greets the second senior brother and the Guanzhu.

Zhang Wenfeng responded with a smile. He was considering whether to showdown before or after dinner. He already knew the truth.

The second senior brother rushed down to the ground and pushed the wooden plow to his shoulders, and he didn't dislike the mud on it.

Four people and one donkey were dressed in colorful clouds and stepped on the shadows of the long trees. The spectator walked in front, and the old lame man was the second elder, and walked up the mountain in turn.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the cripple went to work in the kitchen, while the camel put down the package and went to the vegetable field to pick vegetables and help the cook.

Zhang Wenfeng washed the well water, put on a half-new robe, washed the dirty clothes from work, hung them on the eaves, and walked to the animal shed at the back. The second senior brother was shaking the donkey and said: "Second Senior Brother, please remove the donkey's leash, and you don't need to lock the door of the shed, just let it go in and out."

Seeing the second senior brother stand up with a bit of surprise on his face, he explained, "This is the mount left by Master and his old man. When Master was alive, he seldom chained it, and let it run around up and down the mountain, saying that it is very spiritual and can't leave."

Second Senior Brother heard this and said with a smile: "It seems to be the case, okay, remove the rope from it and open the door."

For Master, he is a high mountain, and he has always been convinced.

Watching the second senior brother finish his work, Zhang Wenfeng asked, "Second senior brother, can you still get used to the hard life on the mountain?"

The second senior brother looked at the spectator with a serious face, he couldn't believe that happiness came so suddenly, his voice trembled with excitement, he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes! Please call me back to the Immortal Spirit View, and I will be able to follow the rules and regulations. Obey, practice, and don’t dare to slack off.”

Zhang Wenfeng helped up his half-bowed cousin and said, "Come back, from now on, as long as you don't violate the rules of Taoism and don't have the idea of ​​returning to the secular world, from now on, you will stay on the mountain to practice, reflect on yourself every day, and strive to climb up as soon as possible. Longevity Avenue."

"Thank you Guanzhu for your stay! Thank you Guanzhu Jiyan!"

The second senior brother almost cried with joy, and he finally waited for this day.

Others may feel that life on the mountain is hard, working every day, meditating and chanting sutras are boring.

However, he was very fond of it. The world recorded in the Taoist classics was mysterious and colorful, and he yearned for it all his life.

Different wishes, different pursuits, different paths.

Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!

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