Taoist chanting

Chapter 293 Awareness
Taught Zhang Wenfeng how to refine ghost energy, Mo Ye walked out of the small world supported by the bronze lamp, cleaned up the battle marks on the top of the mountain, cleared the breath of Zhang Wenfeng, the donkey, and the mountain badger, and even the donkey's hair. Pick it up.

Being invited by Zhang Wenfeng, such an insignificant matter was done without any effort.

She spent several months with this human Taoist priest who felt good. What she saw and did made her have some subtle feelings that she didn't have before. Maybe, she can leave without following for several years or decades.

It is really difficult for her, a spiritual cultivator who grew up in the darkness of the underworld, to achieve "sounding high-sounding". She has been in the world for more than two thousand years, and she has eliminated the hostility and murderous aura in her body as much as possible, but it is still not enough, almost still. Can't shake the bottleneck of the majestic realm.

Starting small, knowing the small and realizing the big view fits her current state of mind in practice.

She still has to think about it a little bit more, and figure out some principles that are in line with her life.

She picked fertile black soil in the mountains and planted them. She planted flowers and plants in the small world when she had nothing to do. In the secret room hall of White Fox Castle, she had already grown the easiest Nether flowers to grow, and she could try to grow other varieties.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the time passes easily.

Xianling Temple works, recites, studies, and practices in an orderly manner.

The guest Qing, Tu Ling, who hasn't shown up for a long time, is a short man in a short khaki robe and has two mustaches. He often walks in the forest by the stream in front of the mountain. Tu Ling doesn't have much communication with the second senior brother and Yue Anyan, nodding at most. Respond to hello.

When I met the little fox demon who came to paint, I stood and said a few words.

When the little fox demon quietly inquired about Zhang Guanzhu's whereabouts, he responded with a smile: "It's in retreat."

The spiritual plants, spiritual grasses, and fruit trees on the Taoist site are taken care of by Hu Qiang'er, a little elf spirit, so no one else needs to worry too much.

The three small pieces of spiritual grass in the field are respectively planted with cloud catkin grass, sweet lotus grass and green silk thatch, which grow luxuriantly and thickly. The master harvested the finger-thick spiritual grass together, wrapped it in an oilcloth and hung it in the open space in the backyard on the top of the mountain to dry.

After two days, the seeds can be knocked out, and the remaining withered yellow spirit grass is chopped up to make the donkey's ration.

It's just that Mr. Donkey can't keep his head up when he's practicing these days, and he can stand in a daze for half an hour facing east.

Hu Qiang'er knows that the master is not in the Taoist temple these days, and there is a vague feeling between him and the master. He heard that the second master and Uncle Yue said that the master is retreating, and there is a hint of worry in the depths of his eyes. He is also a little worried. What is the difficulty?
Tingfeng Rock on the top of Yijian Gorge in Qianluo Mountains.

There are several people watching from the rock.

"Reporting to Uncle Bian, we found the broken array of the 'Earth Clay Soul Formation' left by Senior Brother Bian Zhengfeng. There are a lot of bloodstains on the stone wall of the canyon here, and there are traces of battle left on the nearby hills. We also found a small fragment of the 'Run Armor'."

A young man in a blue Taoist robe trimmed with black borders offered battle flags, fragments of talisman paper and other items with both hands.

A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, took a few things and said casually, "Thank you two." He carefully inspected the damaged items.

"Uncle Bian is polite."

Seeing Uncle Bian's complexion, the two Graduating Realm monks clasped their fists and responded briefly.

The sick man is Bian Wuguo, a free-spirited cultivator from Yanhua Pavilion. Bian Zhengfeng, a young hero of the younger generation in the family, went on a trip with his fellow apprentices and did not return for more than ten days.

The Yanhua Pavilion is not far from the Qianluo Mountains. Some monks found traces of fierce fighting in the Tingfeng Rock of Yijian Gorge, and found a broken flag from the gravel. , and alarmed Bian Wuguo who was guarding the sect.

Bian Wuguo put away a few items, flew slowly to the mouth of the canyon, glanced at the dark black blood splatter formed by the shocking collision, disappeared all the way down into the dark depths, and asked, "Have you ever gone to the bottom of the canyon to look for ?”

"I went down for a trip, and found nothing except for the falling gravel."

"Well, I'll go and have a look."

Bian Wuguo followed the bloodstains to a hundred feet away from the bottom of the valley, and the last bloodstain also disappeared inexplicably.

Such a strange thing made him quite puzzled. What kind of tricks were the murderers playing?
I fell to the bottom of the valley and walked all the way. Except for gravel and thick moss, I didn't find any evidence. Even if there were wild animals eating the fallen corpses, there should be clothes and hair left... No, there are no wild animals here came.

It is so clean, there are no feces and footprints left by beasts at the bottom of the narrow valley.

Bian Wuguo suddenly felt hairy in his heart, he flew upwards without making a fuss, and stopped checking.

The other few people didn't ask any more questions, and then flew down to the damaged Tingfeng Rock.

"You guys ask, during the days of September [-]th and [-]th, which monks have been here. Well, they are good at using swords, and their cultivation is good. If you find any clues, report to me immediately."

"Yes!"

Several people clasped their fists at the same time.

Bian Wuguo waved his hand, and flew towards Zhoucheng by himself, and looked back after flying a few miles.

Under the bright sun, he still felt creepy.

Inside the Soul Suppressing Hall, Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on a futon, his face was pitch-black, and his body was filled with cold mist. He used his own wood energy to refine the ghost energy in his body with great difficulty, and pushed the wood energy bit by bit to refine the ghost energy like a millstone, transforming it into strands of essence. pure energy.

This is a hard work that cannot be rushed.

If you consume half of Yuan Qi every day, you have to stop and meditate to replenish it, otherwise there is a risk of ghost energy retaliation.

At other times, you can do homework, practice swords, practice spells, body skills, etc. as usual.

In addition to not being able to go out, it is also clean and comfortable.

There is enough dry food, fruit, and dried meat in his storage space for two months, and he can eat it for a longer time if he saves a little.

Mo Ye planted a field of flowers and plants outside, but he was often not here.

Fairy Temple, Qingzheng other courtyard.

Yun Qiuhe rested for two days, just in time for Yue Anyan to break through the customs at the end of the month, she was a little restless, the second senior brother was chanting scriptures and praying in the hall on the top of the mountain, and the apprentices were under the care of Wei Jingjie, Gu Chaowen, He He and three young men.

She caught the little fox demon who was painting in the Banshan Pavilion, and said in a low voice: "Tell the truth to my sister, where is Guanzhu Zhang? According to the little guys, Guanzhu Zhang hasn't shown up for some days."

The little fox demon said with a smile: "It's closed, I heard that I'm practicing a powerful swordsmanship."

"Who did you hear?"

"Sister Yue, Second Senior Brother said so."

"Is the donkey there?"

"Occasionally I saw him wandering by the stream, but most of the time he was practicing in the woods to the west."

Hearing what the little fox said, Yun Qiuhe felt relieved, it was just that Yue Anyan had rushed into such a big matter, Zhang Guanzhu was still in retreat, so she couldn't let go of it, she knew that Zhang Guanzhu cared about the two senior brothers and sisters very much.

On the afternoon of the second day, Yue Anyan came out from the small bamboo house in Wangxia Ridge, with a look of bitterness and helplessness on his face.

He almost succeeded in breaking through, but in the end he fell short because of his concern for the deceased parents and his concern.

She failed to break through.

……

(I have something to do today, the transition in this chapter is short and weak)

(End of this chapter)