Taoist chanting

Chapter 4 Why is a Taoist a Taoist?
After running around in the night-shrouded wilderness for about an hour, the sound of the rooster crowing urged Zhang Kedao not to slack off. He flew for at least sixty or seventy miles in a row, checked the four towns along the official road, and even sneaked into the town for two I have seen it in the study of a big family without Taoist talismans and door gods.

After many investigations, Zhang Kedao had to admit the fact that he went to the wrong studio and broke into an unfamiliar time and space.

I really can’t laugh or cry, how many of the famous ghost gates in the underworld still fail?
No, it should be the fork in the exit from the ghost gate, which is commonly known as the "Yangguan Road".

If it hadn't been for an escape from the underworld, no one would believe it. There are countless yangguan roads leading to the yang world.

Zhang Kedao, who has always had a calm personality, was almost so depressed that he scolded God for making fun of honest people.

There is a god standing three feet above his head, he doesn't know whether it is fate or fate?

The joy of escaping from birth was exhausted. If the Qingxin Art hadn't worked on him in the state of the soul, he would have lost half of his sanity and turned into a screaming ghost.

Calm down, must calm down!
Zhang Kedao recited the Taoist scriptures silently for a while, calmed down his despairing emotions, and regained his composure.

Even if the situation is rare in a century, it can be met by him stepping on dog shit again and again, and complaining about others can't solve any problems, so the only way is to borrow the corpse to return to the sun. This is a helpless move. Before dawn, we must find a suitable the "host".

He had just escaped from the Netherworld, if he hadn't been guided or rescued, he wouldn't have been able to enter the Underworld again.

The underworld is not run by his family, except for certain times, you can't just go in and out if you want.

Zhang Kedao didn't dare to waste time. Even though it was extremely difficult to return a dead body, time was extremely scarce, and he hadn't had to shop around to pick and choose, he had to face it with a firm heart.

In order to survive!

On the way he had just searched all the way, he actually noticed who set up a mourning hall to do Baifa, but he didn't expect it to be really useful.

Going back to the mountain village of Sanli Duo in the nearest town, there is a family with white lanterns and a white cloth shed that is eye-catching even in the middle of the night. Zhang Kedao sighed and turned to go to the dark place, hoping to be a young, strong and handsome man.

But don't be an old woman, otherwise you will die again in a few years, and you have to change gender, and no one can stand it.

He also didn't want to wait to scare his filial sons and grandsons to death and scare the whole family into the nest, but there is no way, it's better to die than to live, let's take it as a funeral and a happy event.

I hope his luck is better than that of Tieguai Li, Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!
After traveling for a long time, Zhang Kedao had already discovered that his soul strength was not as strong as it was in the Nether Realm. He figured out that it must be because he consumed too much when controlling the golden rooster to break through the ghost gate. He was exhausted at the moment and just wanted to find a "staying place" early It's good to have a rest.

Soon after arriving at the village beside the official road, Zhang Kedao went straight to the spiritual shed that attracted him instinctively.

But in the open shed, there were two walking together dressed as Taoist priests.

An old man was holding a law enforcement bell, and he was chanting some scriptures without knowing what scriptures he was chanting. Another young man, probably his apprentice, was holding a ruler in his hand and making noises in response. Three other men in linen and filial piety knelt in front of the brazier, burning a few pieces of paper from time to time. Yellow money paper or paper ingots folded into the shape of ingots.

Trouble, this is going to be an all-night practice.

Zhang Kedao felt the intimidation of the invisible sound wave when the old Taoist priest shook the Dharma clock, and then saw the black-framed portrait above the mourning hall. It was a thin old man drawn with a brush, with a stiff smile. It was far away, he hesitated.

Is it here to waste time waiting for the Taoist priest to practice and rest, so that he can return to Yang in the gap?
Or take some time to look elsewhere?

Breaking in like this is definitely not going to work, there are several places inside that are threatening to him.

In addition, the old Taoist priest seemed to be a little bit virtuous, and he would not be able to get any good by force, but would be beaten by others.

Suddenly, the half-closed eyes of the old Taoist priest, who seemed to be sleeping and raving, opened his eyes, reflecting the candlelight like lightning, and glanced at the dark place outside the shed. After a flash, Tongue Chunlei shouted:
“$%(￣飣￣)@⊙#”

Two of the filial sons kneeling in front of the fire pan couldn't help but secretly dozed off. One of the young ones was suddenly frightened and almost fell into the pot. The middle-aged man next to him grabbed him and yelled at him in a low voice.

Zhang Kedao is busy flying to high places. In the eyes of living people, he is invisible and transparent, but those with Taoism can sense his existence, as well as children with extremely low anger, or dogs and cats with unique spirituality. Wait until you can see souls and ghosts.

That old Taoist priest was not easy to mess with, that sudden invisible attack hit a vague wandering ghost who was peeping, and scattered most of the wandering ghosts who were only acting on instinct, leaving only a small group the size of a fist to escape in embarrassment.

Zhang Kedao noticed that the old Taoist priest's eyes should be aware of his existence, and he was beating ghosts and bluffing souls.

That's all, let's go quickly, it's all because the wandering soul thought he was here to grab money from the Ming Dynasty, and by leaning too far ahead, he ruined his good deed.

It's not uncommon for him to be someone else's cheap grandfather. His capital is gone, and his children and grandchildren are in groups.

If you don't stay here, you have your own place... Hey, why do Taoists bother to be priests?

Zhang Kedao slandered a few words, and hurried to the next town to try his luck as soon as possible.

There is another family in the village near the next town that is doing funeral affairs. It looks so deserted that it doesn't even light a few white candles. It is far less grand than this family. For him, the chance is better.

Time is really running out, he estimated that it will be almost five o'clock.

Flying at a high place with a wide field of vision, Zhang Kedao continued to hurry, reciting the Taoist scriptures silently to ease his increasingly impatient mood.

He is so difficult.

About three or four miles away from the next town, you can see a dense dense building in the direction of the town. Zhang Kedao suddenly stopped, and he felt a burst of instinctive traction through his soul body.

...This is a fresh dead person who has just lost his temper nearby.

The soul that can return to the sun is very sensitive to this invisible breath of the dead.

Zhang Kedao identified the direction a little, and turned to fly over the small fork on the right hand side of the official road. He crossed a low mountain, and after flying up, Zhang Kedao was surprised to find that there was a small-scale Taoist building on the top of the mountain.

How can you be sure it is a Taoist temple?

It was too similar to the Taoist temple style he had seen in his previous life, and he also discovered the Tai Chi Eight Diagrams pattern carved on the stone railing.

Avoid bypassing the front of the Taoist temple, so as not to be irradiated into gray by the possible hanging bronze mirrors.

After crossing the low wall behind, he came to a thatched hut with a wooden door. Zhang Kedao got in and saw a very young man lying on the simple wooden collapsed bed. He had no breath, and his body was curled up and twisted.

I don't know if it was a sudden illness or something, but it disappeared at a young age.

impermanence of life.

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(End of this chapter)