Taoist chanting

Chapter 33 Another Thief
When the night was dark and the evening classes started, I didn't see the ghost-ridden You Xi going up the mountain.

Zhang Wenfeng's mood was indifferent and calm, and he didn't care whether the other party came or not.

He was a little curious about the origin and characteristics of the haunted ghost. It was so rare for a ghost that could haunt the third life forever.

Being a Taoist priest for two lifetimes, seeing different types of ghosts is out of a peculiar professional interest.

If you can't see it, then you can't see it.

He never pushes.

After finishing the evening class step by step, a very thin crescent moon appeared in the western sky.

Zhang Wenfeng observed for a moment, and it was not very different from the moon on the earth in his previous life. The customs and cultural environment of this place were similar to those of ancient China, which made him suspect that he had traveled to a parallel world.

Glancing at the black donkey standing beneath the censer in the dark midfield.

That guy doesn't seem to wake up from the profound meaning of the scriptures, he is dazed and stupefied, wandering away from things.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't bother the enlightened donkey. He talked with the second senior brother, and walked through the corridor to the West Hall.

Dropping the bolt and turning on the light, he took the old wooden basin and several semi-dry and fully dry rags, walked into the quiet room and went down to the secret room, passed through the bronze mirror barrier, and under the light of the soft and bright stone on the top of the innermost secret room, Zhang Wenfeng It took more than a quarter of an hour to clean up the dust on the shelf and the oiled paper package with a rag, and wipe the floor twice.

After wiping your hands, use a dry rag to wipe off the residual moisture on the shelf, open all the oil-paper packages, place the books neatly on the shelf, and write the title labels of the books by category with a brush according to the markings, so as to facilitate future browsing and viewing.

There are three parcels that are already empty, marked "Book A", "Book B" and "Travel Notes [-]" on them.

Zhang Wenfeng was quite helpless.

I don't know who it was in the Taoist temple back then. After he had cultivated the energy transformation state, he entered the secret room and took away the spiritual energy stone and some books.

It's too much to use up the spiritual energy stone and not return the books.

He picked a copy of "The Basics of Cultivation of Spiritual Object Identification" and read it. It recorded the detection and identification of various spiritual objects, medicinal materials, minerals, etc. The explanations were detailed and easy to understand. He first found the chapter on "Spiritual Spring Water Identification".

After spending some time thinking about it, he was absolutely sure that there was a spiritual spring hidden under the pool the donkey had discovered.

Regardless of the grade, the various magical effects of Lingquan made him excited and made a lot of money.

Tomorrow, I will give the donkey three chicken legs. Oh no, that guy is a vegetarian. Tomorrow's forage will be mixed with bean cakes and bran. The hero, he eats forage and squeezes out...

I read the "Qingxin Jue" twice to calm my mind and get rid of distracting thoughts.

Flip through the book in hand from the beginning, knowledge is power, and the more you know, the more beneficial it will be for your future practice.

Otherwise, if you find a treasure and you don't know how to identify it and don't know how to use it, it's called a waste of time.

After reading this book with a lot of content and a variety of contents, Zhang Wenfeng also felt a little dizzy due to Zhang Wenfeng's physique and energy. He understood that this was too much concentration, and he received too much knowledge all at once, which caused discomfort.

Take the rag in the basin, walk out of the secret room and return to the ground.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the clepsydra in the corner of the west hall, and found that it was midnight before he knew it, and the night was already deep. He felt that not too long had passed.

Blow out the oil lamp and lock the door.

The world was silent and dark.

The crescent buds in the west have long since disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng felt a little more comfortable due to the cold wind in the middle of the night. He said hello to the black donkey who was cruising silently in the night, walked back to the backyard in the dark, fastened the door latch, and didn't worry about the donkey entering or leaving the yard.

The courtyard wall is as high as Zhang Xu, and it can be easily jumped over with the strength of a donkey.

Returning to the thatched hut, sleeping on the bed, breathing in and breathing slowly, relieving the discomfort of the brain, and falling asleep unconsciously.

In his sleep, Zhang Wenfeng was suddenly awakened by the strange sound of the donkey.

"...The Lord has woken up, the thief has entered, wake up quickly!"

Ji Ling is completely awake, and he is now particularly sensitive to negative terms such as "thief", "robber", and "ghost".

Throwing off the thin cloth quilt, turned over and put on the outer robe, grabbed the green bamboo sword hanging on the pillar of the mud wall, and heard a soft voice again: "The temple master is about to wake up, there has been a thief."

Donkeys dare not make any noise, they use sound transmission, as thin as silk.

He gently opened the door, saw the anxious black donkey under the eaves, and asked via voice transmission, "How many thieves are here?"

If one or two ordinary thieves came, with the ability of a donkey, they would not come to wake him up, but would directly kick them unconscious with their hooves, and pile them neatly outside the courtyard gate to wait for the day to be released.

The donkey said via voice transmission: "You are awake. As a practitioner, you are too careless."

After a whimper of grief, it said it was serious.

"Three thieves came, and they came over from the northwest courtyard wall. One of them looked very powerful. I happened to bump into them at the corner and came over the wall, and they hurried over. Maybe they thought I was a donkey and didn't chase me."

Just as they were talking, a fire was lit, and the thief arrogantly set fire to a hut in the northwest corner.

Zhang Wenfeng thought about it for a while and understood the deep meaning. He didn't have time to ask in detail. The danger was like fire and water. The sound transmission told the donkey: "You play according to your own circumstances, don't stay too far away, and be ready to rush out from the dark to cooperate with me to kill the thief."

He didn't know where the thief came from, but if he could make the donkey say that he was very powerful, he could only be a monk?
Suddenly, I was shocked. Could it be Luan Tingsan, the leader of the gangster who slipped through the net in his portrait?
Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

The only thief cultivator he knew was this one, how could he find him?
If you want to get revenge, you should go to the city and find the obvious rightful masters of Master Wu and the others.

A figure rushed out of the hut next to the door of the backyard, and the old cripple shouted, "Get up, it's time to get out of the water."

The lame man was in his fifties, and he was very sleepy. Besides, it was almost five watch. After he slept well, he suddenly felt a light dazzling from the window, and only then did he realize that there was a fire.

With a roar, he hurriedly opened the backyard door and limped to the kitchen. He had to use a tool to hold water to put out the fire.

Zhang Wenfeng's figure flashed, and he ran towards the gate of the courtyard, and shouted through voice transmission: "Uncle Lame, the copycat, he has been robbed, don't get separated, there are three thieves, one of them is a monk."

When I was in the Daolu branch, I heard that Luan Tingsan had a mid-stage cultivation of the Qi Transformation Realm, ranking third among the Heiyuan Four Absolutes.

He didn't specifically inquire about the specific skills and means, so who would have expected that?
He already assumed that it was Luan Tingsan, the leader of the bandit, who came.

His swordsmanship has improved a lot, and he is not very afraid of facing the thief monk, but there are three people on the other side. He can concentrate on dealing with the thief monk, and it is impossible to distract him. He must let Uncle Lame and Second Brother help restrain the other two for a while.

Coupled with the black donkey hiding in the dark, they have a great chance of winning.

Just as he was talking, the second senior brother rushed out in his middle coat and shouted: "It's flooded, it's flooded..."

Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly sent a sound transmission to inform, the cripple and the second senior brother were shocked, and hurried back to the room, each dressed neatly, and came out with their weapons in hand.

Based on the lame man's experience in the world, he immediately guessed that the thief had sinister intentions. He first touched it and set it on fire, and while they were going to fight the fire with something, they jumped out of the dark and attacked from behind. It was so insidious.

Especially the monk who has a fairy figure among them.

Ah bah, shameless.

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