Taoist chanting

Chapter 40 Zhang Guan's swordsmanship is really good

Zhang Wenfeng's breathing stopped for a moment.

He had seen half of the identification of spiritual objects, and with a glance, he recognized that it was a famous spiritual stone in the cultivation world.

This is a very versatile good thing!

It can assist in cultivation, and can be used for formation, alchemy, etc.

Of course, the biggest use of aura stones is to use them as currency in the cultivation world. Master Xuanmu once left a bunch of them in the secret room, but unfortunately... he now has three more.

Putting the bag containing the aura stones back into the small wooden box and putting it in the cuffs, it was as natural as taking back his own items. Other things were nothing to watch. He put all the items back into Luan Ting's three pockets, including the three silver notes.

The leader of the bandit was killed by him, and he took the loot that was useful to him. It was a normal thing.

He is no longer a commoner in white, and has become a member of the Daolu Branch, so he doesn't need to be as cautious as before.

He will also do what he needs to do to save face. Didn't he leave three banknotes?

He is still slowly understanding some of the rules of the Daolu Branch.

The female thief who had walked over and died crouched down next to her, and searched carefully for a while. Except for the hidden weapon canister, dark green beads, sweat towels, a few pieces of broken silver and other odds and ends, there were no other special items.

The old cripple took away a small stack of silver bills, the black donkey watched the whole process, turned his head and informed him through voice transmission.

The black donkey is very clear about who it is following, and it will not be dizzy because of a female donkey. Besides, the only person who can really make the decision to buy the female donkey is the boss of the watch, and the old lame person has the right to propose at most.

Zhang Wenfeng did not expose the old cripple's cheating.

In Su Bo's impression, the old lame man had no relationship or reason, and he was his own person who wanted to make the Taoist temple his own for the sake of Taoism. Except for a few drinks in town occasionally, he would die in the Taoist temple in the future.

The former Guanzhu, before his master emerged, repeatedly instructed him to treat the old lame man well, and to provide for the old lame man before he died.

He wanted to see what the old cripple was going to do with the stack of banknotes?

Money moves people's hearts, and it is also a mirror.

The second senior brother came out of the kitchen and greeted, "Guanzhu, it's time for breakfast."

"coming."

Today's morning class has to be made up later, and now there is no place to be clean, and it is not suitable for entering the hall.

After eating breakfast, take a shower, put on new Taoist robes and new cloth shoes, open the main hall door with the second senior brother who has also cleaned up, add three candles to brighten the light, add oil to the ever-bright lamp, wipe the utensils and burn incense for the morning class .

The treasures in the hall are solemn, fragrant mist is lingering, and the sound of chanting scriptures is like the sound of heaven.

Outside the hall, the corpses of the bandits were crouched in a bloody state, and the black donkey stood like a statue.

After finishing the morning class, I sent the second senior brother to run into the city, and took his note to the Daolu Branch to find Master Wu or Fu Gujing.

He must sit in the Taoist temple, lest he go wrong again.

The leader of the robber who slipped through the net came to the door and was executed on the mountain, and the case could be said to be completely closed.

He should be able to practice peacefully for a few days, and when he gradually builds up the foundation of his practice, he will then buy the plot of land that belongs to the source of Lingquan, as a foundation for the future inheritance of Taoism.

He was reciting scriptures and farming on the mountain, improving his cultivation and figuring out spells, and he was very happy.

After more than half an hour, he sat in the hall to meditate and adjust his breath, recovering most of his cultivation.

Hearing the old lame man's greeting outside, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes, stood up calmly, and walked out of the threshold of the main hall. Senior brother is not as fast as them, and it is estimated that it will take a while to rush back.

After greeting a few words of courtesy, Fu Gujing laughed and joked:
"Brother Zhang, you don't pay much attention to what you're doing. Master Wu was busy for the whole night yesterday, arranging the portraits of An Pai and posting matters, urging the group of painters to jump around, and the subordinates of the Daolu Branch were dispatched to run around. You keep things quiet and wrap things up all by yourself.

Tell yourself, where do those portraits that came out of work go?Brothers still working? "

Yun Qiuhe pursed his lips and smiled, and went around the steps to check the corpses on the wheat field.

Indeed, when I heard the news this morning, Master Wu hurriedly called someone to inform the painter who had stayed up all night to rest.

If you let the painters know that it was useless to stay up all night, and they didn't secretly get angry and smoke, and their nostrils were bubbling?

Don't bully people like that.

Zhang Wenfeng spread his hands, full of helplessness: "I tried my best to persuade the three thieves to go to the city to eat and drink spicy food, but they won't listen to all the good things, and they have to rely on my little Taoist temple. I tried my best to save them, I really don't want to steal the business of my brothers, please forgive me!"

Fu Gujing laughed and shouted: "Brother Zhang is right to speak like this, or else you will talk about Daozu all the time and hear me..."

Zhang Wenfeng reminded: "Brother Fu is careful, this is in front of the Taoist ancestors where the Taoist temple is located. Blessed are immeasurable gods!"

Fu Gujing hurriedly faced the Taoist temple and bowed his head to apologise: "The disciple has no form, it is an unintentional statement, please do not blame the Taoist ancestor. When the official business is finished, the disciple will plead guilty with incense! The Taoist ancestor is merciful."

He seeks longevity, and in his heart there is a limit to the belief in the Taoist ancestors, but he cannot live up to the truth.

A small episode passed and got down to business.

The black donkey leaned closer and put his nose to the chest of Yun Qiuhe, who was on the sidelines, and took a sniff. It was very fragrant.

Yun Qiuhe touched the top door of the docile donkey's head with Qianqiansu's hand, and said with a smile, "Zhang Guanzhu, even donkeys are very special in your Taoist temple. You don't need to tie a rope.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the stupid and cute animal pretending to be cute, and said, "It has spirituality and can't be lost."

It can also talk, a slut.

The black donkey ran to Zhang Wenfeng's side again, and dragged his sleeve to voice transmission: "Someone is here, several."

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted immediately. Before the fifth watch, a fire broke out on the mountain, and many trees were scorched. The watchman who was on the night watch in the town several miles away should have seen it.

"It's okay, come with them."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't plan to come forward. With Fu Gujing and a few people around, he didn't need to spit.

Fu Gujing didn't strip the corpse completely this time. It's useless. Last time, it was to find out the evidence and clues of the thief, so he investigated too carefully. He looked at Luan Tingsan's corpse and praised:
"Brother Zhang really has you, a sword in the chest, with unusual power, great swordsmanship!"

Yun Qiuhe nodded in agreement: "A head-to-head confrontation, a very powerful blow!"

They are all experts. They can see many things through the penetrating wounds on the chest and back, as well as the visceral fragments flowing out. Fu Gujing has rich experience and can see some differences.

He glanced through the eyes of the bandit leader and nodded secretly. Brother Zhang used that low-level magic mirror to shadow Luan Tingsan again.

Shen Si wore a hat and didn't speak. He originally planned to return today. He heard that Zhang Guanzhu, a small country Taoist temple he looked down on, had settled the bandit leader who had slipped through the net. He was curious and came over to take a look.

Turning his head slightly, he glanced at Zhang Guanzhu with a calm expression.

The cultivation base is not high, and the swordsmanship is really good.

Although Zhang Guanzhu's painting skills are unique, he tried it and couldn't get the trick at all, but he would not lower his head to ask Zhang Guanzhu for advice and study. Painting skills are only a distraction after practice, and an aid to cultivate one's mind. What can be compared to swordsmanship?

I have a high opinion of this mysterious Zhang Guanzhu.

To be able to leapfrog and kill the bandit leader in the middle stage of Huaqi Realm, he is considered powerful!

Zhang Guanzhu looked as usual, and explained in his mouth: "It's all Taoist audiences who work together to kill the enemy. I took a bit of a trick. Luan Tingsan and the others were out of luck. I'll take you to the backyard to have a look. Light, the situation was really dangerous at the time!"

The old cripple listened from a little distance on the side, the Guanzhu acted in a low-key manner, very safe, and he was relieved.

It's really good for the old man to see people with this kind of vigor and stability.

A few times from the mountain pass in the southeast, there were several draws of knives, and nervous shouts: "Who are you? In broad daylight, if you dare to kill people, you will be captured before you can!"

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(End of this chapter)