Taoist chanting

Chapter 46
After a while, the old cripple came out from the dining hall to say hello, and the two went back.

The old man Gu looked sad, sitting in front of the stretcher and seemed to accept his fate, silently weeping, and kept wiping the tears that could not be dried with his sleeves.

"Please ask Zhang Guanzhu to cast a spell to save people. My eldest son doesn't care about life or death... it has nothing to do with you!"

After the old man Gu finished speaking hoarsely, he could no longer cry. He raised his head three feet and there was a god. This is called a spit and a nail.

The young man next to him had red eyes and kept wiping his eyes.

The other men all looked sad, stood a little further away with candles, and turned away.

Life and death are fate, it depends on God's will, do your best.

Zhang Wenfeng sighed secretly in his heart, and replied, "It will be done, I will cast spells to save people, and I will do my best." Turning around and walking outside, motioning for the second senior brother to come with him.

Life and death hurt the most, and he couldn't help it.

Entering the West Hall, three more candles were added to brighten the desk.

Lay out a yellow mounting paper that is four fingers wide and half a foot long on the table, take a bottle of the best cinnabar ink, pour a little on the inkstone, pick up the gourd, pour a little spring water and dissolve it, take a pointed tip With a talisman pen, in no hurry to flatten the ink, he supported the table with his left hand, closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breath.

The second senior brother watched silently three steps away.

After adjusting the breath for about one word, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes again with no distracting thoughts in his mind, and his mind was calm.

He used the talisman pen to dip the cinnabar ink that was as red as blood. The pen moved the dragon and snake to start the talisman head, and drew the red tick of the three gods. At the same time, he said in his heart:

"One stroke moves the world; two strokes of the ancestor's sword; three strokes of evil spirits go thousands of miles away."

One tick corresponds to a sentence, and three ticks represent the Three Qing Patriarchs. There is divine help in the drawing.

After pausing for a while to gain momentum, he turned to draw the talisman gallbladder, and recited the corresponding incantation silently. The tip of the talisman pen in his hand seemed to have invisible energy running on the paper.

The original intention of learning painting in his previous life was that his grandfather wanted him to better grasp the essence and rhythm of painting symbols.

A piece of "Ding Jijuqing's Vitality Blessing Talisman" learned in the past life was completed, and there was a hearty feeling in the heart.

The Yuan Qi in the body is active, and it faintly echoes with the outside world.

He could feel that this talisman was very different from the huge yellow talisman he drew in his previous life. It was only reasonable that he was living in a dark blue world and had more aura than the earth, so the effect was better.

He put down the rune pen and stared at the word "you" in the combination of secret words in the middle of the yellow rune.

Suddenly I felt something in my heart, a familiar and mysterious feeling gradually came, and I hurriedly said to the second senior brother: "Burn this talisman in water, feed the patient to drink and hang himself, call me in an hour, go!" Push the table The gourd signaled.

His tone was rather urgent, and he closed his eyes slightly.

The second senior brother did not dare to neglect, so he hurriedly invited Huang Fu, picked up the gourd and left quickly.

He didn't know what kind of talisman was drawn by the master, and the world's talismans did not know how many talismans were.

He could faintly sense the aura of the spectator's talisman, and knew that this yellow talisman was very good.

I thought that the spirit of the spectator was too much and needed to rest.

After closing the door, the second senior brother hurried to the dining hall and asked the old cripple to find two clean white bowls, one of which was full of glutinous rice, and put them on the table facing the east, and told everyone else to come behind him or beside him not to block facing the front.

He knew how to burn the talisman, and there was a lot of attention to it.

He lit a candle and put it in the bowl of glutinous rice, muttered something in his mouth, picked up the gourd and poured half a bowl of water.

With the flickering flame of the candle, the yellow talisman was lit and held three inches above the water bowl and swayed, constantly chanting the universal mantra.

The yellow talisman rolled up in the flames, and there was invisible smoke submerged in the water and swirling.

After it was burned to the back and thrown into the water, the yellow talisman did not burn out until only a shallow layer of gray-white talisman remained. The second brother took the talisman water bowl and walked to the brazier stretcher. Picking up the sleeping patient, he put his right index finger on the patient's forehead.

Gu Quan woke up with a shudder. Even though the brazier was burning in the house, he still felt cold from the bottom of his body.

"Drink the talisman water! Don't leave anything left."

The second senior brother has a serious face, and the talisman water is time-sensitive, and the talisman power will be lost if it is delayed for a long time.

"Quick, I'll drink the water."

The old man Gu knew some things of the gods and gods, so he supported his son and poured half a bowl of cold water into Gu Quan together with the second senior brother.

Gu Quan, who was trembling with cold, felt a warmth spread from his heart, but after a while, he fell into a deep sleep again, but no longer trembled.

Reaching out into the quilt and rubbing the back of the daddy's bone-like hand, the old man Gu burst into tears again and said happily, "It works, he's not cold anymore, my son... I'm saved!"

Second Senior Brother knew what to do, put the empty bowl back on the table, and let the incense candles on the table burn out naturally.

He also reached out and touched the patient's forehead, and went down with a bowl of talisman, and the effect was immediate.

Guanzhu's Taoism has surpassed that of the elder brother.

Turning around and going out, he saw the figure in the West Hall lighted on the window lattice paper remained motionless, with a general silhouette.

Inside the hall, in front of the desk.

Zhang Wenfeng held three precious aura stones in his palms, and stood on a green wooden stake, his body shrouded in green mist.

He drew a piece of "Ding Jijuqing's Vitality Blessing Talisman" that he often practiced on earth. The talisman secret character decomposed from the Chinese character "you" touched a sense of inspiration in his heart. He sent the second senior brother out and immediately He took the aura stone from his arms and absorbed it.

The opportunity is rare, he is not ready to comprehend the spell, although he knows that when he uses it to figure out the sound explosion technique, he should get twice the result with half the effort or have a breakthrough gain. Will flourish.

With his unique rhythm, he silently recited Chapter 1 of the Tao Te Ching that he was familiar with:
"The Tao can be said, very Tao; the name can be famous, very famous."

"Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth, famous, the mother of all things."

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When Zhang Wenfeng woke up from the Taoist realm, opened his eyes, and spread his hands.

The three aura stones turned into a puff of white powder in the palm of the hand, which was absorbed very thoroughly.

According to the "Basics of Recognition of Spiritual Objects in Immortal Cultivation", monks can absorb up to [-] to [-]% of the spiritual energy in the spiritual energy stone to improve their cultivation, and the rest is wasted.

When it is used to arrange the formation, it can be used [-]% to [-]%. The aura stone will be shattered due to excessive energy consumption. It is estimated that it is extremely rare. He absorbed the three aura stones by special means. Scum.

His cultivation base has broken through the invisible membrane in the cultivation of grasping the mysterious state of mind just now, and has been promoted to the middle stage of the energy transformation state.

It's a pity that there are only three aura stones, otherwise...

Zhang Wenfeng immediately shook his head and laughed, not greedy enough.

He should feel satisfied and contented, fortunate that the bandit leader Luan Tingsan rushed to the mountain and desperately wanted to save his life, and sent him three aura stones, so that he could seize the opportunity to break through the first level in a short period of time, instead of complaining about the lack of gifts. .

Sprinkle the powder on a blank rice paper on the desk, glance at the leaky pot in the corner, and only half an hour has passed.

He walked to the wooden shelf, washed his hands with the water in the wooden basin, wiped it with a dry towel attached, walked back to the desk, picked up another gourd, lifted the stopper and poured a glass of water into the empty tea cup , drink slowly.

The cool and sweet taste has diluted the spiritual spring water countless times, and the aftertaste is long.

When he bought the mountain, he built a two-story bamboo building above the Lingquan pool, diverted the stream to bypass the side, emptied the small pool, and could enjoy the original concentration of Lingquan water every day. Practicing on the Bamboo Building.

The mountain wind is slowly coming, and the gods are wandering outside the sky, which is not to be enjoyed.

After a moment of trance, Zhang Wenfeng was suddenly startled. There were too many distractions in his mind when his cultivation level had risen to one level.

Silently recited the Pure Heart Art three times, and regained his usual indifference.

He also secretly alerted himself that he might be tested at all times on the way to practice, and he must walk cautiously like thin ice.

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(End of this chapter)