Taoist chanting

Chapter 444 Palm and Eyes

After chatting about the business, the monk stopped to meet and exchange greetings with Xinyue and Mo Qingyu who were following him. He declined the invitation to live in Guizailing for a few days.

According to Yuan Xiao's request, Xin Yue apologized sincerely for the offending actions of the four demons.

The monk's disturbance has earned her many unspeakable benefits, because everyone knows that the monk is her friend.

After a delay, the two of them, a donkey, and three hidden spirits continued to set off, walking in the wilderness and wilderness, heading for Shizhu County.

Mo Qingyu watched the group of figures disappear into the distance, and extended an invitation to Xinyue: "Fellow Taoist Xinyue, do you have time to sit in Guizailing? We are two close neighbors, and we will spend a lot of time dealing with each other in the future. help."

"Originally, I thought that I would post a post to visit Fellow Daoist Mo after the tribal affairs were settled. It is better to meet you by chance, so I will bother Fellow Daoist Mo today, please!"

"Fellow Daoist Xinyue, please!"

The two women whispered a few polite words and flew to the northwest.

Zhang Wenfeng sent a message to Protector Xie in Zhoucheng, briefly describing the events that monk Fayuan from Tianshan Temple traveled to Nanjiang Prefecture, where four monsters clashed in Huanye wasteland and Broken Moon Demon Forest, and almost killed Canglan, etc. Together with their upcoming itinerary, let us know.

This is what it should mean. The record on the surface is in the record, and unnecessary troubles will be saved in the follow-up.

Even if he didn't take the initiative to send a message, Mo Qingyu would still report what happened today.

He didn't hide it from the monk, and asked the monk specifically if he wanted to go to the state city for a tour, and he came as a guide.

The monk shook his head and refused, saying that if there is a chance in the future, it would be better to travel to the mountains and rivers of the Da'an Dynasty, and then invite Daoist Zhang to accompany him.

Afterwards, the monk walked in silence all the way. The monk shook his strides, his sleeves were wide, his feet didn't touch the ground, and his eyes were lost and thoughtful.

It seems that the mind wanders away, turning a blind eye to the surrounding scenery.

Zhang Wenfeng was always paying attention to the status of the monk, seeing that the monk would not make trouble again, so he gave up.

The donkey fell far behind, braying a few times from time to time, frightening wild animals of all sizes in the grass and woods to run away in a hurry. The three elves occasionally flew out of the tree house to play, playing the tree harp most of the time. happy.

The soothing music is calm and peaceful, which dilutes the suddenness of the donkey's roar.

Crossing mountains and crossing mountains, stepping on water every time.

Walk at sunrise and sleep in the open at sunset.

They inspected two large wastelands along the way. On the morning of the fourth day, the group arrived at Baihuling in Xiahe County.

Xie Hufa replied earlier, telling him the identity of the monk Fayuan, and he has already helped to handle the report to Chongzhou, just go, implicitly implying that Guanzhu Zhang will try his best to make friends with Fayuan, and when they need to come forward, a summons will be done .

Monk Fayuan came here as a private person, so Guanzhu De Zhang contacted him as a friend.

It was already early summer at this time, and the Baihuling area had the phenomenon of lush green grass growing in the southwest and even the west, and the bareness and lack of vitality in other directions, the contrast was obvious.

"This place... is interesting!"

The monk flew in the air with Zhang Guanzhu, overlooking the strange scene below, with a look of exploration in his eyes, circled and checked carefully, followed Zhang Guanzhu to the grass on the west hillside, sniffed his nose and said:
"There are spirits from heaven and earth performing kung fu here. What a guy, what a brave man, he brought the dead back to life seven or eight miles away with his own power. The merits are immeasurable! This interrupted mountain is not simple. Look at the dry streams, rivers, valleys, and the direction of the rocks. The mountain god arranged the green water to green mountain bureau.

It's not right, it's not a mountain god, it's a predicament arranged by the Lord of the Land. It's a pity that the Lord of the Land took away the vitality of this place and returned it to the earth for atonement. The monk has never seen the living gods hundreds of years ago. The gods of mountains and rivers are almost precipitated, and they don't have that taste. "

The sum of what the monk said on the road in the past few days is not as much as now.

There was a sparkle in his eyes, and he swiped the two fingers of his left hand in the air, speaking casually, describing several major events that happened here as if he had witnessed them with his own eyes.

Zhang Wenfeng walked to the place where the elm tree demon Yu Baiwan Sangong used to be. On the hillside, there were several small elm saplings two or three feet high growing, a section higher than the grass. The mountain wind blew, and the young leaves swayed gently.

Squatting down, he stretched out his hand to caress the leaf of the nearest small elm tree. The sapling competing with the green grass for sunlight, rain and dew, was full of vitality and did not need his extra care. He still gave it a little bit of wood nourishment.

Select and tell the tortuous stories of Di Gongweiyan and Yu Wanwan to interested monks.

The success or failure turned empty, the green hills were still there, and the sunset was red several times.

The elves who have lived for more than a thousand years and the gods who have lived for hundreds of years each have their own way of life, and they all choose to return to the world, which is a kind of helplessness and a kind of understanding.

The monk was silent for a moment, and said to the three little elves flying in the air: "This place is good, it can be resurrected from the dead, the dead tree can be regenerated, and it can be revived after being broken. You can consider it."

Lu Xiner blinked her eyes, she couldn't see the mystery of this place.

So far, this place is far from meeting their needs, lacking vitality and thin wood, but the monk's solemn words moved her a little.

The monk smiled and said: "Don't worry, you can take another look and compare more, this place will be very different after ten years, so you have to start early, otherwise the good place won't be your turn."

He knows a lot of things, using the "law of cause and effect" to roughly calculate, the phenomenon of prosperity.

The fate of being accompanied by listening to music and dancing all the way is worthy of his attention for the little fairies. Whether you listen to it or not is also a matter of fate.

"Understood, thank you Master for your guidance."

Lu Xiner saluted in the air.

She kept the monk's advice in her heart. This place is not too far from the Fairy Spirit Temple. Considering safety, it is indeed a good choice. Ten years is enough time, so she decided to spend three years to observe and compare.

When Guanzhu Zhang came forward, the officials of the Da'an Dynasty welcomed their refuge and made a promise long ago.

No more than fifty miles of wasteland, without hindering other sects, the site can be chosen by oneself.

The Da'an Dynasty will treat the Caomuling family with courtesy, issue identity cards, and so on.

Of course, if the place they choose is too good, there will definitely be more twists and turns, and they may not even be able to get the site smoothly.

The monk walked up to the little elm tree that Daoist Zhang had touched just now, held a rosary, and silently recited a passage of scriptures. Then he returned to the state of silent fugue, and stepped on Baihuling, wandering around aimlessly.

When it was getting dark, the monk opened a cave on the southwestern hillside at the junction of vitality recovery and barrenness, and said hello to Daoist Zhang: "Please allow me to retreat for a few days, 'it is better to go up the mountain to see the scenery slowly, and you will die. I feel something about the resurrection', Daoist Zhang, please take care of it for a while."

Sitting cross-legged on the rough gravel ground, like an old monk in meditation, with eyes closed and breathless.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at it for a while, then looked at the sky, and set up eight flags on the nearby mountain wall to guard the monk, preventing birds and small animals from accidentally flying into the cave and disturbing the monk's retreat.

Explain a few words to the donkey and the three little fairies who are romping around on the mountain.

He opened a simple cave near the west side, next to the monks, laying a straw futon to meditate and perform exercises, silently observing the difference between life and death here, hoping to gain some insights.

As time passed day by day, the monk's sudden retreat this time greatly exceeded Zhang Wenfeng's expectations.

More than forty days have passed, and the monk still has no sign of leaving the customs.

It was agreed to rush to Chongzhou within two months, and the deadline for opening the Bishuitang blessed land was less than ten days away.

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(End of this chapter)