Taoist chanting

chapter 37

With a sword in his hand, he cautiously stabbed Luan Tingsan in the neck of the dead eye, and then twisted again to cut off the cervical vertebrae.

After hearing more about the old cripple's stories, intrigues and conspiracies, and the importance of making up for the knife, he understands more.

The second senior brother heard the command of the master, and immediately ran towards the backyard.

The old cripple cut off the head of the fallen zombie with the narrow sword he picked up, and approached with a limp. He received a punch on his shoulder, and it was red and swollen. Fortunately, he was not scratched by the zombie's dirty claws.

That thing is black and green, and it is not a good thing at first glance.

"Brother Feng, are you not hurt?"

"I'm fine, just rest for a while, you go and watch Brother Dian Er put out the fire, don't be reckless and hurt others."

"That's it, adjust your breath slowly, don't worry, I'll go to the backyard first."

The old cripple looked up and down, but he didn't see any injuries on the temple master's body, and his robe was not damaged.

He was also thinking about the fire in the backyard, so he walked a few steps, and then turned his head and smiled at the returning black donkey: "You donkey, you are really spiritual, you know how to help us fight, it is the seed of our Taoist temple! Catch tomorrow, I will follow the wind!" I saved a few pennies from the money my brother gave, and I treat you to sorghum wine."

The black donkey immediately responded, "Ah uh... ah uh...", this is okay.

The old lame man laughed: "I'm excited when I hear a drink, it's a gentleman! If I find you a female donkey lady, wouldn't you be happy?"

He poked his narrow sword as a crutch and trotted all the way to the backyard.

Hearing that the old lame man wanted to find a female donkey for him, the black donkey immediately left the boss behind and chased after the old lame man. I have forgotten the hatred of finding someone to gel it's balls.

"Sexy donkeys!"

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and scolded with contempt, wiped the body of the sword with the robe of the corpse on the ground, and put the sword back into its sheath.

He placed a green wooden stake and slowly adjusted his breath to recover. He believed that the lame uncle would not burn the Taoist temple. Those broken thatched huts were burned just to build new green brick and tile houses.

There was a faint sound of five clappers in the distance, and it was almost dawn.

Staying focused, adjusting his breath for about half a quarter of an hour to recover some Yuan Qi, Zhang Wenfeng got up and flew towards the backyard.

Seeing mud and dust flying, the second senior brother used a hoe to knock down the two thatched huts, and moved out straw, furniture and other items that were prone to fire.

Zhang Wenfeng rushed forward to help, instructing the two of them to wet a towel around their mouth and nose, so as not to burn their nose, heart and lungs. In the end, even the donkey's nose was covered with a large piece of wet green cloth.

The three and one donkey worked together for more than half an hour to clear the fire barrier.

The sky was pale, and the flames of the two burning huts gradually died down.

Zhang Wenfeng asked the second senior brother to get some paper money, paper ingots, incense, candles, glutinous rice and other items. His body was smoldering, he took off the warm towel around him, straightened his dirty robe and hair, and his face was solemn. White candles, inserted into the cracks of the blue brick floor.

He lit three incense sticks with the candle, held them in both hands, bowed to the west, and chanted the scriptures of superseding salvation in his mouth.

The second senior brother burnt paper money and paper ingots, and opened his mouth to recite and recite.

I greatly admire the viewer's open-mindedness.

He was deeply ashamed of his own narrowness, a thief is also a life, and he deserves to be punished for doing evil.

It is the duty of a Taoist priest to send them to the underworld and see them off. As for how the underworld judges them, that is a matter of the underworld.

The Guanzhu has many principles, and he acts righteously, so he has to follow the Guanzhu to cultivate his mind and practice more.

The curling green smoke dissipated, and the chanting sound was loud.

Zhang Wenfeng put the incense sticks in the cracks of the floor tiles, and kept reciting in his mouth. He grabbed the glutinous rice and sprinkled three handfuls in three directions.

He promised in his heart to do a simple ritual for the host's dead soul. There have been such delays and delays. It has been delayed until now, and now two huts are burned down, which can be considered a pomp and circumstance.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let's all be safe from now on.

At the end of the ceremony, Zhang Wenfeng settled one concern, with a relaxed expression, comforting the two of them:
"If you don't go to the old ones, you won't come to the new ones. Our Taoist temple is destined to have a new look. It happened to burn down the thatched huts and build a new yard. Let's go, I'm hungry, and I will reward the five internal organs temple with something delicious. After the fire is extinguished, I will clean up the mess. .”

The old cripple has been watching silently without disturbing him, and Brother Feng is really elegant in his actions, which greatly admires him.

Hearing what Feng Geer said, he picked up the narrow sword thrown at the base of the wall, nodded and smiled: "Feng Geer's words are reasonable, we will build new ones if they are burned, as long as people are fine, everything is easy to talk about. Those three The thieves have a lot to look through, maybe they can find some money to subsidize our losses."

Reason is truth, reality is reality.

According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, the spoils of the thieves killed belong to themselves.

He is reminding the viewer that even if you have an official status, don't be too thick-skinned and be fooled, and take what you should do.

What about the gods in the sky?

It's the same as fighting for the incense. Isn't that what storytelling says.

The three of them went out of the backyard with a donkey. The old lame man saw that the watcher squatted down and searched for the body of the thief monk. He was very careful and methodical. He first squeezed and pressed the robes to prevent poisons from hiding in his sleeves and arms. Biting his hand violently, he came to the corpse of the female thief whose head was deformed with confidence.

He didn't despise dirty hands and blood, he explored and groaned, "What a big pair of Naikos!"

The second senior brother next to him was very speechless to this old non-cultivator, and the incense for so many years has been nurtured in vain.

The old lame man suddenly turned his head, smiled and winked, "Second child, you can touch it too, and I'll teach you how to do it!"

The second senior brother shook his head seriously and refused, because he was disrespectful and despised him.

The old cripple changed a serious face, and criticized and scolded: "Look at you, you are full of brains, I said forget it, you still pretend, young man, if you can't cultivate your energy, look at the temple master, he will I won’t be as prudish as you. Besides, I’m teaching you the prudence of groping corpses and searching for loot in the rivers and lakes, you can think about it... hey, don’t go.”

The second senior brother couldn't stand the harassment of the old man, so he turned around and walked away to see the watcher touching the corpse in an orderly manner.

He didn't want to learn the dirty tricks of touching a female corpse with a perverted old man.

The old cripple muttered dissatisfiedly, turned his back to the direction of the audience, and took out a small stack of banknotes from the female thief's arms very quickly.

When he was looking for it, he knew the denomination of the banknote by the feel of his hand. His previous experience in the arena was not for nothing. It was a huge windfall. .

He was still worried that the spectator was too decent and had to wait for someone from the government to hand over the banknotes as evidence of stolen goods.

Speaking of official characters, there are two mouthfuls, and you can only eat them, how can you spit them out?

He deliberately used nasty words to provoke the second child, who had never been savage, and had an upright temper.

The use of silver notes on the construction of new courtyards and Taoist temples is a good thing for accumulating yin and virtue in this life.

Why not do it!
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(End of this chapter)