Taoist chanting

Chapter 41 Farming Yiqing Is Not Every Day
Several of Fu Gujing are experts, and their positions are very particular. They found someone going up the mountain a while ago. Of course, no donkey found it early. Who told people to stroll around when they had nothing to do?

A few pairs of eyes staring at Qi Shaanhuan, the three Youxu who came up the mountain couldn't bear it.

There are too many bandits, all of them seem to be masters, and their hearts keep beating.

At about five o'clock in the evening, someone discovered that there was a fire on the top of the mountain in the direction of Xianlingguan. No one dared to go up the mountain in the dark, and no one knew what was going on on the mountain until the sun was high, and the traveler in charge of the security couldn't stand the town. Many people are talking, they have to go up the mountain to see what is going on?
Otherwise, something really happened, and the city asked, how did they respond?

Yun Qiuhe saw that the landlord, Zhang Guanzhu, didn't seem to want to stand out, so he took out the silver token, walked over, and said: "This case is taken over by the Daolu Branch, you can control your own mouth, appease other people, don't go up the mountain to do too much trouble, Understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand, adults, please rest assured, no one will bother going up the mountain, the villain will retire!"

You Xiuer knew the law enforcement guard token of Daolu Branch, and he led his subordinates down the mountain as if receiving amnesty.

It was so tragic, there was blood everywhere, and the corpses were separated. How dare they participate?
It's really strange. In just a few days, there have been two dead cases in this town, which is too evil.

Zhang Wenfeng paid attention for a moment, and there was a ghost named Gu Quan Youxi who was not among them.

Fu Gujing continued to be busy, taking out all the items on the bandit leader's body and placing them on the ground.

He was able to analyze it through the three still moist silver notes. Zhang Guanzhu searched the body, which was obvious. The first of the three silver notes was evenly moist on the front, and it was on the face. The humidity of one sheet overlaps, and the bottom sheet has fine soil on the back, and the edges are slightly wet.

A comparative analysis of various clues can lead to the following conclusions:
Zhang Guanzhu did not draw the banknotes.

Opening the two booklets and flipping through them, Fu Gujing smiled and said, "Silver and other things are second. These evil methods and harmful things must be handed over and not kept privately. The above attaches great importance to this matter."

The words have already hinted very directly, except for the evil way, silver and other items can be taken, brother.

Zhang Wenfeng looked normal, next time he would know the rules.

The benefits can be taken, but not to be said.

Fu Gujing continued to examine the female thief's body, looking at the large depression on the left temple, stained with blood and deformed head, he was a little puzzled, what kind of heavy weapon caused such huge damage?
Seeing that Brother Zhang didn't seem to mean to explain, he didn't ask too much, who could have no secrets?

When looking at the last white zombie whose body was separated, he whispered: "Living corpse, it's rare."

Pulling out the iron drill forcefully, he asked curiously, "Who in your Taoist temple still uses this?"

The old lame man stepped forward, picked up the iron drill, and said with a smile, "The fire drill used by the little old man to burn the fire hastily caught and dealt with the thief, making the adults laugh."

Fu Gujing looked at the uninjured lame old man, gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "You are a treasure gun that is not old! The Zhongping gun is amazing!"

From the angle of the wound, the old cripple took over Tie Zhan's subconscious posture and judged the opponent's path.

"Where, you praise!"

The old cripple laughed so hard that he was a man who likes to be praised by others for his age, and his glory is not lost.

Yun Qiuhe didn't understand what the hell the senior brother and the old half-la man were laughing at.

After finishing here, the second senior brother held a large jar of sorghum wine in his right hand, two gourds on the front and back of his shoulders, and a hanging fresh fish and fresh meat in his left hand and ran back. When I go to the city, I buy wine and meat by the way, and I want to celebrate the three people's robbery and robbery.

As for clothes, I don't really care, as long as they don't show their buttocks.

The two gourds are the items that the goddess needs.

After Fu Gujing was busy, he packed all the evidence separately, Yun Qiuhe packed the body with ease, and after cleaning his hands, several people went to the Taoist temple to offer incense, refused the invitation of Guanzhu Zhang to keep them for tea and dinner, and hurried back to the city with their belongings.

Master Wu is still waiting for the case to be closed, and they can't stay for long.

The Taoist temple three people and one donkey worked for half the morning, using water, brooms and hoes to clean up the blood and filth in the wheat field.

Filled in a lot of soil, rolled it back and forth to make it look brand new, and it looked much more comfortable.

The lunch was full of wine, fish and fresh meat. The old lame specially poured a bowl of sorghum wine for the donkey and put it on the ground to reward the donkey's spirituality.

The old lame man sighed deeply: "Other people's dogs will look after the house and the hospital. Our Taoist donkeys are even better. They will also help fight and make bad things. Therefore, in the future, donkeys will also be a member of our Taoist temple."

"Yes, the donkey deserves the credit."

The two brothers agreed.

The black donkey tasted the wine, so he was very welcome.

The spectators on the table generally do not drink alcohol, and even if they drink, it is only a small bowl of light tasting.

The second senior brother refused to drink at most three bowls, and also learned to be cunning. The old lame couldn't find a drinking partner. Seeing the donkey drinking happily, he poured another bowl for the donkey. One person and one donkey drank happily. .

Zhang Wenfeng doesn't talk much at the dinner table, unless it's a banquet, he eats and puts it out.

After washing his face and hands, he went to the west hall to drink tea and ponder the spell. After a while, he suddenly heard the old cripple laughing and scolding from outside: "Donkey day, the wine is not good when you are drunk, and you are crazy about drinking." Yo."

When I got up and went out, I saw the stumbled donkey fell to the ground outside the dining hall, and turned over drunk.

This may be the first time the donkey slept flat on the ground.

The instigator, the old lame man, clapped his legs and laughed. He was drinking too high, and he was unable to walk steadily when he fell backwards. Seeing the calm expression on his face, the old lame man coughed and slipped into the kitchen with his neck shrunk.

I don't know why, but now the master-viewer is so sophisticated and steady that he feels guilty after making jokes.

It wasn't like this before, becoming a monk and immortal character, it's different after all.

In the afternoon, Zhang Wenfeng and his second senior brother went barefoot, used a dung pan to pick soil and manure together, spread a layer of black soil fertilizer on the leveled land, and then used shovels and hoes to dig furrows to make long wheat ridges.

Then one person used a sharp-nosed hoe to open the pit, and the other person carried a bamboo basket, scattered the wheat seeds that had been selected earlier, and pulled the soil to cover it.

This is all physical hard work, repeated over and over again, the two of them have a cultivation base in their bodies and their backs are sore.

While sitting in the shade of the field ridge to rest and drink water, Zhang Wenfeng pointed to the northwest and said, "I plan to buy the two hills and the forest as a Taoist industry, and plant fruits and vegetables after reclamation. , rice, corn, cinnabar, wheat, etc..."

The second brother choked on a mouthful of cold water until it spewed out of his nostrils, and then stopped coughing for a while.

The spectator was so bold that he was frightened.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Of course it's not that the two of us are going to cultivate the land ourselves, otherwise we won't be able to do it without training.

I plan to build five or six brick and tile houses in the low hills in the south. The Taoist temple will recruit at least twenty or thirty apprentices. This is only the first batch. It will be determined later. The apprentices who fail the annual assessment will be sent home. After three years, he became an official Taoist disciple.

There is not much land to be reclaimed, and it is not enough for them to work and experience the hard life. In the early stage, you can invite nearby farmers to reclaim and work, and we will start working. "

He's a fool to turn himself into an authentic farmer.

Farming Yiqing is not about picking dung every day.

Of course, cultivators still focus on cultivating the mind and practicing Qigong and improving their cultivation.

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(End of this chapter)