Taoist chanting

Chapter 281 Listen to the ghost voice on the wind rock

After exiting the west city gate, Zhang Wenfeng looked up at the sun, turned his head around the end of the day, and then looked at the criss-crossed roads and paths outside the city. He tilted his head and asked, "Mo Ye, which way do you want to go?"

"casual."

Mo Ye spat out two words quite unexpectedly.

Playing with a pair of clay figurines in her hands, for her, wherever she goes, she just goes with the flow and doesn't bother to think about it.

I really have to think about it seriously, but it is not beautiful, and there is no casual fun and little surprises that follow along the way.

She needs a little touch from time to time, for example, the old cripple will miss her not coming back.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at the wooden donkey who smelled of alcohol, and asked, "Which way do you think is better to go? Today I will let you go home and be the master."

He has never been to many places in the mountains and rivers of Nanjiang Prefecture. He used to travel with his master, and he just wandered around the famous mountains and historic sites in several counties to the west.

In ten days or so, he can trust the horse to walk freely.

The donkey grinned and turned left, ran to the small path in the south, and said: "'Winter comes early in the north, summer goes late in the south'. If you go south, you can eat more fresh grass."

The principle of foodie is also true. Zhang Wenfeng followed the donkey to the south and asked curiously, "Where did you read the proverb?"

Donkeys who know how to read are different after all, they will drop their book bags.

"I heard from that chubby pumpkin who often copied scriptures. I thought it was interesting, so I wrote it down."

The donkey opened up the chatter box and was very good at chattering. It had a good memory and could memorize the entire volume of scriptures. It discussed the main points of the scriptures with the temple master along the way. It listened to Qingzheng Bieyuan here, learned some there, and talked nonsense. Pulling the donkey's head does not match the horse's mouth, messy and chaotic, and often contradicts itself, debating scriptures with the viewer.

Zhang Guanzhu drank up two gourds of clean water, patiently and carefully rectified it.

He thought whether he should let the donkey into the classroom and listen to the scriptures with the apprentices in the future, and be a donkey apprentice.

Otherwise, don’t study and follow your own path. If you want to learn, you must understand the basic scriptures.

A half-knowledge like this, taking meaning out of context without asking for a deep understanding, will do a lot of harm to the donkey.

According to Mo Ye, donkeys are based on demons, and they have been influenced by incense to acquire a trace of divine way, and they have learned authentic Taoism, and if they are not entangled in Taoism scriptures, he dare not imagine that they will What are the consequences?
The troubles all started with literacy, it would have been fine if Yue Anyan hadn't been asked to teach the donkey how to read.

His brain hurts.

Mo Ye laughed and said nothing all the way, she wanted to understand the donkey's language is very simple, a small skill can solve the problem.

She can't say anything, each has its own destiny, and she finds it interesting to see the little human Taoist really worrying about the future of a little demon.

After running for more than three hundred miles, it was getting dark.

High mountains and dense forests, sparsely populated.

As soon as the donkey ran blindly, there was no road ahead, only one mountain looked at another high.

Zhang Wenfeng took out the topographical map of Nanjiang Prefecture from the Nawu Space. As a Keqing Supervisor, he still has this convenience. After looking at it for a while, they ran into the Qianluo Mountains, which should be far away from the famous "Mountain Ghost Peak". Not far away.

During the reign of Dafan, the area around Nanjiang Prefecture was relatively barren.

The war between Taoism and witch cultivators was fought from north to south, with battlefields everywhere and beacon fires everywhere. It is said that there was a war between Taoism and witch cultivators near Shangui Peak, leaving many relics.

Among the classics he has read, there are many records about the Battle of Shanguifeng.

Climbing up a hundred-zhang mountain, looking into the distance, you can see a majestic and rolling mountain of unknown length stretching across tens of miles, running from northwest to southeast, high in the sky, blocking the scenery on the other side of the mountain.

Pointing to a mountain pass with an obvious gap in the distance, Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "There is Yijian Gorge, which was carved out by Taoist masters with swords more than [-] years ago. Let's rest at Tingfeng Rock in Yijian Gorge tonight. Tomorrow, let’s walk along the main peak of the mountain range to search for the secret, and it is said that if you are lucky, you will be able to find fragments of magic weapons in the mountains, or spiritual herbs that grow in the wild.”

The donkey immediately became energetic and said, "I have a good nose, let's stay a few more days, maybe we can find the treasure?"

Zhang Wenfeng understands the donkey's petty thinking, and what the foodie cares about is the desire for food. He said with a smile, "The main peak of the mountain range was damaged by the war that year. After more than [-] years, the mountain peak should be repaired by itself. It's almost there, since we meet, it doesn't hurt to delay for a few more days."

The donkey raised his voice and flew into the air, heading towards Yijian Gorge.

It was getting dark, and it was impatient to go over the mountains and ridges.

Zhang Wenfeng and Mo Ye stepped on the air as if they were walking on the ground, step by step through the air, and within a quarter of an hour, they "walked" over the mountain pass forty miles away.

The donkey had arrived a long time ago, and it fell down the steep rock wall of Yijian Gorge to the lower part, yelling, "It's amazing! What kind of cultivation do you have to be able to make such a sword? The mountain has been pierced, at least Is it seven or eight hundred feet high?"

The braying of the donkey echoes back and forth in the narrow canyon, which is Zhangxu wide, forming echoes one after another.

"It was done by the Great Sword of Transcendence, and the mountain was split into two with one sword,"

Zhang Wenfeng also fell to the bottom of the canyon, looking up at a ray of sky, the real ray of sky is very depressing, making people feel very small.

The mountain wind blows, forming a strong turbulent wind in the midair of the canyon, making whistling and shrilling sounds.

"Tomorrow, I will go down to the canyon to experience it during the day. There are several places on the other side of the mountain to see. Let's rest tonight."

Zhang Wenfeng soared straight up, rushed through the Shuofeng area, flew up to the pass to check for a while, and fell on a rock more than ten feet large on the side, and the cliff was sunken, forming a natural shelter from the wind and rain. Wind Rock".

Waving his sleeves to sweep away the dust and debris left by the monks resting in front, Zhang Wenfeng took out two pieces of animal skins from the storage space and spread them on the ground, then put a thick straw futon on each, and stretched out his hand to invite Mo Ye to sit down.

He sat down on another futon two feet away, with an empty gourd hanging around his donkey's neck, and went down the mountain to find water and graze.

"Mo Ye, how are your flowers doing?"

"After changing the place, flower seedlings appeared the day before yesterday."

Mo Ye's figure merged into the shadow of the stone wall, making it difficult to see clearly.

There is a full moon rising in the east, and its brilliance is like clear water.

"It's been a long time since you've been out, will it delay you from taking care of the flowers and plants?"

"No, I can go back and take a look at any time."

"That's fine."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't ask any more questions. He took out the dry food, steamed the dried meat, and ate it slowly to fill his stomach. Two gourds hung on the donkey's neck, swaying with the sound of water, and flew up from the mountain.

The mountain wind was violent and then turbulent and then low, and the two of them fell into silence.

Zhang Wenfeng meditated until midnight, when he was awakened by the faint sound of fighting mixed with the sound of the wind.

Opening his eyes, the sound of fighting was suddenly far away.

Listening intently, he seemed to hear a subtle and shrill howl of "let me out".

Didn't the classics say that this place has been super-cleaned by asking a master to do it, so why is there still a lingering ghost?

As a ghost messenger, he has a special sensitivity to ghosts. He is sure that he heard correctly. Looking at the direction of the moon's shift, it is the middle of the night, and it is also a good time for ghosts to haunt.

Looking at the place where Mo Ye was meditating, it was empty, and he didn't know when he would leave.

Then he found that the donkey was gone, and Zhang Wenfeng was a little taken aback. Did Mo Ye resort to tricks or did the donkey go somewhere else by itself?Based on his understanding of Mo Ye, he should disdain to play these silly tricks.

Calm down, Zhang Wenfeng made a mudra with his hands and listened for a while. He suddenly uttered a voice, using a method similar to sound transmission, to compress the sound wave and transmit it to the mouth of the canyon: "Who are you? Where are you?"

There are many uses of sound transmission into secrets. After he advanced to the gradually diminishing realm, he gained some new understanding of elementary spells.

The wind roared like rolling waves.

"I'm...at the bottom of the mountain, please...let me out!"

The voice of the unknown male and female came out intermittently, revealing a bit of joy and anxiety.

Zhang Wenfeng was silent for a while, listening to the voice repeating erratically over and over again, he asked again: "Who are you?"

"...Who am I? I don't remember...Who am I?"

The ghostly voice repeated itself gradually, and was blown away by a gust of wind.

On the mountain peak, there is only the sound of the wind crying.

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(End of this chapter)