Taoist chanting

Chapter 443
After observing carefully for a while, and confirming that the monk with the beautiful scenery and the faint smile on his face has returned to normal and will not go crazy again, Zhang Wenfeng complained: "Monk, are you deliberately arousing the obsession in your heart and putting yourself in a dangerous situation?"

Then he was frightened, even though it was not dangerous, he must ask clearly.

In order to confirm some of his thinking, the loss cannot be eaten in vain.

The monk fell to the ground, his shoulders slumped, and he stood crookedly, no longer maintaining the demeanor of an eminent monk, and sighed.

"It's almost over. Breaking the precepts is not a joke. It's more dangerous than I imagined to restore my mind and turn to another path of Buddhahood. I didn't deliberately cause obsession, but I just let go of my nature according to the situation. In this way, I tempered my soul and Buddha nature, explored the relationship between heaven and man, and the sea of ​​evil thoughts flooded me, and I almost lost myself. Fortunately, you rescued me in time and used the right method to pull me out of danger."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, not much different from his guess.

The monk is a man of high skill and boldness, others are afraid to avoid his obsession, but the monk let go in a state of unstable mood, his courage is almost reckless, and the monk broke through.

Zhang Wenfeng thought of a possibility, and asked again: "Monk, do you know how to deduce?"

The two walked north side by side and continued the rest of the journey.

The donkey followed ten feet away, not getting too close. It wanted to prevent the monk from going crazy again.

The monk chuckled and raised his eyebrows at the Taoist priest, almost making the Taoist priest so sick that his body was covered in goose bumps.

"I have been practicing Buddhism for nearly twenty years. I have read a lot of books and scriptures. Apart from not being able to fight, I have learned a lot of other miscellaneous arts. I also know a little about the "law of cause and effect" of the Buddhist school, and I don't use it very much. But at critical times, there will be a "whim" similar to what you Taoist monks said, and I didn't calculate it carefully, just let it go based on my feeling, wouldn't you and fellow donkeys help me?"

Hearing the monk re-emphasize the fact that he doesn't know how to fight, the donkey who fell behind suddenly rolled his eyes.

Who?Almost flattened the four old demons to death, and said he couldn't fight.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. After hearing what the monk said, the donkey decided in his heart to read more books in the future.

"I understand. You taught Lu Zijin how to learn the Vajra Lion Roar. That's the cause, and you left yourself a way out."

Zhang Wenfeng deduced from the Huatou that the monk was not reckless and only wanted to die, and he kept his backhand in a more subtle way, and continued: "Since Lu Zijin has saved your life, and repaying the cause for the cause, you don't teach the King Kong Lion Roar It’s complete, it’s just unreasonable.”

"Ah, Daoist Zhang, are you proficient in Taoism's five-element derivation technique, or Taiyi's magic number? Even I saved a hand and didn't teach all the donkey fellow Taoists. You are the real master. , the monk admires it, and admires it from all sides!"

The monk expressed his surprise exaggeratedly, and his temper seemed very jumpy.

"I don't know how to deduce. I'm tired of doing calculations every day. I just cheated you casually. Look at you, monk, you are dishonest."

Zhang Wenfeng laughed.

The monk touched his bald head angrily, and said repeatedly: "You are ruthless! You are ruthless!"

Beckoning to the donkey behind, Chuanyin told the donkey some secrets of the Vajra Lion's Roar, and told the donkey not to spread the law to outsiders. The monk even broke the precept of killing, and he didn't care if he taught the donkey a practice.

The donkey knew everything, and finally understood the reason why he couldn't roar the six-character mantra, so excited that the donkey brayed a few times, and fell back to ponder the Vajra Lion Roaring Technique.

The monk had already seen Xinyue and another strange female cultivator following far behind him. He did not allow the two to approach immediately. He had to talk to the Taoist priest about some things. No, he couldn't hold it in his heart, and couldn't vomit quickly, so he asked through sound transmission:
"Zhang Daochang, may I ask which Buddhist scripture you recited earlier, which scripture came from? Can you tell the monk?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked back: "Master Fayuan, have you read all the Buddhist scriptures in the temples of the Great Liang Dynasty?"

The monk shook his head in surprise: "There are as many scriptures and scriptures as there are stars in the Buddhist scriptures. The monks have only read one or two. Every temple has its own scriptures that are kept secret, and the monks can't read them."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I occasionally read a few pages of fragmented scriptures of the Shi family, and wrote down a few lines of scriptures that are quite intriguing. I really don't know which scriptures they came from, and the fragments of scriptures have long since disappeared. "

Push it away completely, lest the monks pester and ask the whereabouts of the remnant scriptures.

He also really can't remember such a long "Pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata's Original Vow Merit Sutra". As a Taoist priest, it is reasonable to dabble in Buddhist scriptures occasionally, so what is it like to remember too much?
Disappointment was written on the monk's face, and he still did not give up, clasped his hands together and said: "Master Taoist, if you think about it again, it's good if you can think of some, this scripture is very unusual, the monk traded it for treasures, please, please! "

Even though he was in a crisis before, he was actually like a drunk person, his consciousness was still sober, but he couldn't control his own evil thoughts and actions. He memorized all the scriptures that the Taoist priest had read, and he naturally rhymed the scriptures in his mind.

It was also that scripture that aroused the remnant Buddha nature in his heart, coupled with the roar of the donkey, gave him a chance to breathe, and broke free again and again.

Fa Yuan, who is familiar with the Buddhist scriptures, judged the value of the scriptures through a few sentences, and it is a relic that has never been handed down in the temples of the Great Liang Dynasty. Otherwise, such meaningful scriptures, Even if the other family keeps secrets, they should have heard of it.

Excavating the remains is a great merit for him, how could he give up so easily?

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Monk, you are embarrassing people. Let me think about it again...Monk, you wouldn't trade that wooden fish for scriptures, would you?"

The monk struggled and wrinkled his face and said: "You can take out the whole scripture, monk, I will go all out today, so why not exchange the wooden fish for you? It's just that you can't use the Buddha treasure, and you can put it on the shelf if you hold it."

"A gentleman does not take what others like. It is a slip of the tongue. Please forgive me, monk!"

Zhang Wenfeng bowed his hands, thought carefully, and slowly recited the scriptures he had memorized. Even if it was incomplete, it didn't matter if it didn't match up. The true temperament shown by the monk made him feel like a monk.

His current cultivation base and status are no longer as good as they used to be. He needs to hide them and dare not reveal them easily, for fear of causing trouble for himself.

The monk silently wrote down every word. After Daoist Zhang stumbled and finished reading, he quickly took out the pen, ink and paper, spread it out in the air, wrote down the memorized scriptures one by one on the paper, and asked Daoist Zhang to proofread it again, and he could get a pattern He is already very satisfied with the huge fragments of Buddhist scriptures.

Putting away the ink scroll, the monk thought for a while, took out a roll of yellowed rice paper from the wooden fish space in his sleeve, and said: "This is a chance I got by accident when I visited the Great Ying Dynasty the year before last. It is better to give a man a fish." Teaching people how to fish, this 'Landscape Shifting Talisman' is more practical than the few Buddha treasures I will give you that you don't need."

In order to thank Guanzhu Zhang for his previous help and a fragment of a Buddhist scripture, he took out a treasure.

Otherwise, the cause and effect cannot be repaid.

When Zhang Wenfeng heard the words "Shanshui Nianyi Talisman", he was immediately very interested. He had seen a monk cast the Nesting Talisman, so he received it unceremoniously, and unfolded the ancient scroll. Inside was a mysterious painting scroll dripping with ink, with a few on the side text interpretation.

"Confucian Gossamer Academy 'Painting Talisman'!"

"Zhang Daochang has good eyesight. This is a painting talisman obtained from a relic. Presumably, with Zhang Daochang's ingenuity, you can make a talisman after practicing landscape painting for a few years."

The monk is not surprised that Zhang Daoshi knows how to draw talismans, and he is a master who can cultivate to a comfortable state, and he is well-informed.

But if he wants to successfully draw the symbols, Zhang Daochang has to work hard to practice his painting skills.

He "knows a little" about everything, and it's easy to draw. It took several months to draw this talisman, but the success rate is terrible.

Zhang Wenfeng was not in a hurry to delve into the talisman in his hand. It was the first time he came into contact with the magical talisman when Zhong Wenyong taught him the "Oriental Wood Fire Luminous Talisman". symbol.

After all, he is indeed a monk who has a little understanding of the "Law of Karma". This gift was sent to his heart.

Lu Xin'er, who had been listening quietly on the donkey's back without a word, couldn't help laughing, and said, "Monk, the temple master can draw."

"Oh, that's better."

The monk didn't take it to heart, there is a big difference between being able to draw pictures and being able to draw symbols.

It is difficult to draw a god in a symbol, and the artistic conception comes first.

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(End of this chapter)