Taoist chanting

Chapter 367 Hello, Listen
Torrential rain, lightning and thunder, and waves of water are higher and higher, like mountains undulating.

In the turbulent waves, a woman stood alone at the head of the tide, her long hair fluttering for more than ten feet and dragging the water like faint green water plants.

The woman was covered in blood and collapsed, her lips opened and closed, and a transparent clear water sword pointed upwards obliquely in her hand, as if she was chanting a mantra. Countless sword lights accompanied by the unstoppable chanting of scriptures, like ten thousand arrows.

The sword energy poured out, and before the woman's body was torn apart and completely annihilated, her blood-dropped eyes tilted her head to look in a certain direction.

"Huh", the thin girl who had been sleeping peacefully on the bed sat up startled.

In the dark, she covered her forehead and eyes, she had a splitting headache, and inexplicable sadness lingered in her heart, lingering, her thin shoulders trembled, and she sobbed silently.

Those bloody eyes in the dream are so scary!
This recurring nightmare has been with her for several years, and it is vague and unreal.

She seemed to be able to personally feel the sadness and helplessness of the woman in the dream. Every time she woke up from the dream, she would feel sad alone for a long time.

Her father and brother are busy making a living, so how can they take into account her insignificant little feelings.

Shui Qing, who shared the bedroom with her, was awakened by the sound. In the dark, she saw her companion on the opposite bed sitting up and seemed to be crying. She hurriedly got up, put on her robe and lit the oil lamp, sat down and patted the girl's thin hands Sister Shui Ya, did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, we are all here."

In fact, there was another bed that was vacant. Her little friend, Shang Qingyun, had gone out for training and hadn't returned yet.

She had nightmares when she was a child, and her mother used such actions and words to comfort her.

He also chanted the Taoist mantra of warding off evil spirits: "Zhu said: those who are fighting in battle, they all move forward in groups, and they should always be regarded as everything. "

After three times, he reached out and took the outer robe that was stacked on the stool, and put it on the back of Yang Shuilan, who was covering her head and was still crying silently, so as not to catch cold, and it took a long time for the weak Shuiya to lie down again.

If the water is clear, if you don't blow out the soybean oil lamp, let the light shine to disperse the darkness, and those who have nightmares are afraid of the dark, so it is a waste of some clear oil.

At three o'clock, the sky was still pitch black, and there was the crisp sound of the wake-up bell from the corridor outside.

Shui Qingru has long been accustomed to the life of the Taoist temple, so she hurriedly got up and dressed, and then patted Shuiya, who was deeply asleep.

Shui Ya hurriedly got up, dressed neatly, made the bed, and Shui Qingru walked out of the room, fetching cold well water to wash and tidy up.

Climbing up the mountain in a rush of time, apprentices walked in one after another in the main hall of the Taoist temple. The apprentices on duty had already cleaned and wiped, and there was no need for everyone to do it together. When Shui Ya crossed the high copper-clad threshold, she fainted. Unsteady, he fell to the outside, and was supported by the quick-eyed Shui Qingru to the wall.

Looking at the companion who suddenly turned pale, Shui Qingru asked in a low voice: "You are not feeling well, how about I help you and the temple master take leave, and you go down the mountain and go back to the dormitory to rest?"

She has grown from a little girl to a young girl, and she gradually understands what she should understand.

Shuiya leaned against the outer wall of the Taoist temple, holding Shui Qingru's hand tightly, not letting her ask for leave.

Just when she was about to enter the door, her mind buzzed, as if some invisible wave of air blasted her out. I don't know if it was a hallucination caused by having a nightmare at night and not sleeping well?

After resting for a while, she felt better and her head was no longer dizzy. Shui Ya stood up straight and walked to the door, and walked slowly under Shui Qingru's gaze, nothing happened.

In the afternoon, the team that had traveled outside for half a month came back.

The basket on the donkey's back followed the donkey's running, deliberately making "jingling" sounds, showing off to the little fox demon and Hu Qiang'er what it had gained from this trip.

With its nose, it found a lot of fragments of magical instruments and metal materials.

Good or bad, everything was put in the basket, like the first time I went to the Qianluo Mountains with the temple master and Mo Ye, and found the sword pill that was still being sacrificed in the stomach room, that kind of unlucky luck doesn't happen all the time.

The faces of the six apprentices were a bit frosty. Sleeping in the wild for more than ten days in the winter added to their practice experience. Fortunately, they had cultivated to the state of transforming energy, otherwise they would be enough for them to survive, and each of them had some gains of different sizes. .

The second senior brother drank the spiritual tea, and slowly told the temple master and Yue Anyan about the details of this trip.

In the future, Taoist apprentices will often go out to practice in batches after being promoted. He is summing up his experience and coming up with a set of effective plans. It is impossible for the three of them to accompany and take care of them all the time. Apprentice leads.

"Lu Zijin likes to go out, so send Lu Zijin, a ready-made master, to follow. Usually, they mainly rely on their own opinions. If there is any trouble or danger, Lu Zijin will solve it."

"This method is good. With Lu Zijin's strength, he can deal with three or two monks in the gradual decline."

"We can follow them secretly a few times, and let them adapt on their own."

The three of them discussed and basically settled, and added some details, Yue Anyan told the second senior brother to accept Shui Ya as an apprentice, and all kinds of unusual things about Shui Ya.

"Is it so fast? Only five days to find Qi?"

"It's actually less than five days, so I want to use my senior brother's special talent to hear her true inner thoughts."

"You guys are coming to harm me again... OK, I'll do it for the villain, who told me to be the head of the mountain."

The second senior brother smiled and agreed, since he knew about the emergence of such a peerless genius, for the sake of the peaceful development of the Taoist temple, he must use his unique ability to spy on people's hearts.

The three chatted about other things, after drinking tea, the two went out, Yue Anyan stayed to tidy up the room.

Zhang Wenfeng saw the northwest corner of the field at a glance. Shui Ya was practicing boxing skills under the Nine Palace Stakes. Shui Ya and Shang Qingyun, who came back from traveling today, were watching and chatting. The one hour before dinner every afternoon belongs to the free time for apprentices to practice. , You can go to the library to read books, or you can go down the mountain to play in the woods together.

The two walked straight over, signaling to Shui Ya and Shang Qingyun not to be too polite and not to disturb Shui Qingru's boxing practice.

When Shui Qingru stopped, Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward and said with a smile: "Shui Qingru, I will accompany you to give you some tricks, you can let go of your hands and feet, and be careful not to be punched out of the Jiugong pile by me."

The apprentices who were playing on the field listened to the audience and mainly accompanied Shui Qingru to practice boxing, and they swarmed around.

Guanzhu's stories are well told, and he often teaches them how to cultivate and practice swords, but this is the first time for them to do so.

Shui Qing made a salute, and used walking stakes and boxing frames in a regular manner, and the temple master walked around the nine wooden stakes. The man walked with his fists, punching and changing palms like butterflies wearing flowers. Turning from east to west, the onlookers are dazzled, and the "cracking" sound of fists and palms can be heard from time to time in the Jiugong pile.

The temple master suddenly changed his boxing from fast to slow, and then from slow to fast, with a pause and a pause, from fast to slow, without any abruptness, the water was clear as if he had been punched a few times, his eyes became brighter, and he followed the temple master closely The rhythm of punching and parrying.

With Guanzhu's precepts and deeds, her understanding of Jiugong boxing skills has reached a new level.

It would be great if the viewer could accompany her often.

Shi Nanguan patted his forehead and muttered: "It's over, she learned a new trick, and then figured out that the trick to defeat her didn't work, hey, why am I so unlucky? Not honored."

The head of the mountain listened for a while, and felt that Shuiya's heart was peaceful and peaceful, and there were no distracting thoughts.

I was a little surprised in my heart, this state of mind was so clear.

By the way, he glanced at the little guys nearby, all of them had emotional ups and downs, especially the little Fatty who was muttering next to him, his heart was surging, and he wanted to defeat Shui Qingru with all his heart, so he almost laughed at him angrily.

"Get out!"

He gave the little fat man a heavy slap on the shoulder, almost slapping Shi Nanguan so that his legs went limp and he sat on the ground.

The two figures in the arena suddenly parted, and the water was as clear as fists and bowed, thanking him as a disciple.

She benefited a lot from the exchange of moves, especially when the temple master occasionally showed a suffocating majestic fist, which gave her a mysterious feeling that the fist was beyond the sky.

"Sir, what did you hear?"

"I didn't hear it. Her mood is very stable. I will listen to it a few more times when I find a chance in the future."

The two chatted through sound transmission and walked away along the corridor.

Through the gap between the crowd, Yang Shuilan looked at the back of the mountain master with a little confusion. She noticed that the mountain chief seemed to be casting a spell to spy on something earlier, and it seemed that it was not aimed at her alone.

She didn't know why she felt that way?

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(End of this chapter)