Taoist chanting

Chapter 434

Leaving aside the dull-looking men who were looted at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng flew into the air and threw a package to the monk who was scratching his bald head on the mountain.

The monk subconsciously waved his sleeves and rolled up the stolen goods, and then threw the things on the ground as if they were hot to the hands. Seeing the Taoist priest without Taoist robes flying to the east, he didn't even say a word and seemed to be leaving, he hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist, Please stay!"

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Master, we have different paths, let's leave now."

Different paths do not conspire with each other, and he feels more and more that it is too much a coincidence to meet the monk here again.

The monk was in a mess and his face was covered with blood. He seemed to have recovered a bit, pulled his feet out of the rocky ground, and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, why should you reject people thousands of miles away? I'm not a bad person. It's rare that I meet you twice in the same place in the wild." , we have fate, why don't we sit down and talk?"

The few men at the foot of the mountain below didn't want to leave. If they didn't leave, they were worried that they would be in danger if they listened too much.

Their situation is very delicate, no one dares to stand up and leave first, for fear of being the first bird and being wiped out by two masters.

Fan Chongfeng glanced around with his eyeballs, and said via voice transmission: "Brothers, let's go, when will we wait if we don't go now?" He bowed his waist and quietly turned to the southwest mountain col. It cannot be overstated.

Fortunately, I met Mr. Zhang and helped him treat the serious injuries in his body.

Now the entire Yuaoling bandit nest is basically empty, only a few of their little chieftains and more than a thousand farming mortals are left, and he has shown that he can successfully win a good seat.

Mr. Zhang has become a habitual way of robbing, and soon, his belongings will be secretly returned by Xie Hufa.

Several other people were impressed by Fan Chongfeng's courage and determination at this time. Seeing that the man in the air and the monk on the top of the mountain ignored him, they hurriedly followed Fan Chongfeng and left.

Zhang Wenfeng had expected that the monk would not attack the remaining bandits.

He has seen it with spiritual eyes, the monk killed more than twenty mountain bandits with wooden fish, and there is no evil aura entangled in his body, except that before the monk was attacked by the bamboo spirit, he was very painful, and he was backlashed by breaking the precepts, and almost lost his life. Now There's nothing wrong with it.

He was a little curious, how did the monk do it?
It is true to say that killing evil is doing good, but it is not easy to resolve the troubles involving the "heart ring".

Zhang Wenfeng smiled as usual, and said: "Usually bad people say that they are good people, so as to gain people's trust so that they can do bad things, while good people don't emphasize that they are good people, because they are worried that they are not good enough."

The monk heard that the other party was ridiculing him for being shameless and having other purposes, so he laughed and said: "The monk has never said that he is a good person. Fellow Taoists, please wait a moment, the monk will save all the dead, and we will talk again."

He was so magnanimous that he acted as if the Taoist priest had agreed, beckoning to take back the hammer and the saber that had rolled into the distance, hung the wooden fish and the saber at his waist, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly in all directions towards the top of the mountain.

There were white flames flickering little by little, burning the remnants of flesh and blood scattered from the hillside to the foot of the hill.

The monk had a compassionate expression on his face, chanted sutras, and walked on the burning mountain.

A dilapidated gray robe could not hide the solemnity and solemnity of the monk at this time. Under the slanting sunlight, his bald head was shining, and he had the temperament of a well-educated monk. Walking on the messy hillside was like walking in a magnificent temple hall.

The donkey watched the priest take out the incense and light it, and landed on the other side of the mountain, where he was also chanting and walking. It muttered, "It's very similar."

It no longer thinks about whether the monk is a good person or a bad person. It only thinks that the monk is a cunning guy, and he is as good as the master. Of course, the master is always a good person in its eyes, only the means are compared. ...unique, it still has a long way to learn.

Two different sutra rhymes, high and low, converge in the air to form a melody that is not related to each other but complements each other.

The fragrant mist is curling up, blown away by the mountain wind in the warm spring.

Zhang Wenfeng recited the "Taishang's Wonderful Sutra of Rescuing Suffering and Exorcising Sins" three times, and planted the remaining incense on the ground.

The monk also completed the practice of transcendence, picked up the five-foot green bamboo stick stuck in the ground, and the other two remnant treasures, and stretched out his hands to invite them. The two walked down the mountain and walked towards Biyi Peak not far away.

"That sprite called "Qing Dai" was the guardian of the Dayuan Temple at the beginning. More than five hundred years ago, when the aura ebbed and flowed, he took advantage of the time when all the monks in the Great Liang went to Duxian Island and his strength was empty. The guards looted and looted several temples by themselves, causing countless deaths and injuries... This is a disaster that should not be publicized, and it is normal that you have not heard of it, fellow Daoist."

The monk was quite talkative, and said with a smile: "He knows that he can escape for a while, but he can't escape forever. He lurked in the Yu'ao Ridge of the ups and downs. I became a mountain god. I was ordered to search in the wild, and found some clues, so I made a secret investigation in this area, so I became attached to fellow Taoists."

Some things are inconvenient for outsiders to explain in detail, so the monk briefly mentioned them.

It can be regarded as an explanation of the reason why he has been lingering nearby.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the green and jasper bamboo stick in the monk's hand, and said, "Master, don't you go to Yu'ao Ridge to search for the treasures lost in the temple? Rescue the mortals raised in captivity on Yu'ao Ridge?"

What are you doing with me?

The young monk shook his head: "The Taoist priest calls me 'Fayuan', or he can be a monk. I don't know what to call the priest?"

"Zhang Wenfeng, I have met Master Fayuan."

"Fa Yuan has met Daoist Zhang."

The young monk patted the green bamboo stick lightly, and said: "The treasures that Qing Dai laundered were mainly used to survive the ebb and flow of spiritual energy, and most of them were used up, and the rest were in this portable treasure. I was bewitched by others... I have this green bamboo stick, so I can go back to my errands, as for mortals who don’t need monks to save me, life is too short, so it’s not the same there?”

He wanted to use Buddhism to influence Qing Dai to go back with him, but in the end he decided to use force to solve the problem.

It took a detour and made him think about many of his previous doubts, and it was an unexpected harvest.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and glanced at the monk. Such strange and irresponsible remarks did not seem to be in line with the status of a monk?

According to the normal script, the monk should go to the bandit's lair, rescue all the mortals, climb mountains and wade through the water and fire and return to Great Liang.

The Great Liang Dynasty was a dynasty divided by various forces. Buddhism, Shamanism, Truth, and Confucianism were mixed. Among them, Buddhism and Shamanism were the main ones. There were internal disputes.

He didn't know what the monk had experienced when he was in pain?
The monk can be regarded as the most powerful character who can resolve the backlash of "breaking the precept" in a short time.

"Master, your task is completed, we have also talked about it, don't let it go, the road is far away, there will be a period later!"

Zhang Wenfeng clasped his hands and said, although the monk didn't see any malice in him, he didn't want to get involved with the monk, what kind of plot is this guy talking about?
The monk said with a smile: "Zhang Daoist has a heart disease, and something is wrong deep in his soul. Do you have the idea that 'all living beings are ants, all illusory, and have nothing to do with me'? It's just the last two days. I happen to have this experience, and I can talk to Zhang Daochang with you. I hope Daoist Zhang will not refuse the monk's kindness."

Zhang Wenfeng's face remained calm, the monk's stone stirred up a thousand waves, and his heart was turbulent.

Although he eliminated the discomfort caused by sitting for two months and blending with the consciousness of the tree through chanting, he felt that something was vaguely wrong in his heart, and he saw everything with a kind of detachment and indifference.

I thought that the influence had not been completely eliminated. I thought about walking on the road, chanting scriptures and doing homework, and the hidden dangers gradually disappeared.

How could he not be surprised when a monk who met twice pointed out that there was a flaw in his cultivation?

The two looked at each other, one was smiling like ripples in a clear spring, and the other was calm and deep with a hint of murderous intent.

The donkey yelled "uh ah" at the top of its throat.

"Guanzhu, why don't you listen to what the monk said? Don't you often say, 'The stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade', regardless of whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, why not learn from it?"

The donkey was very worried, and it also felt that something was wrong with the temple master.

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(End of this chapter)