Taoist chanting

Chapter 5: The Cultivation Realm

Zhang Kedao heard the sound of five bangs faintly heard in the direction of the town in the distance.

He did not rush to return to the sun, to stop the soul's desire for the "host body", to confirm that there were no other ghosts, and to take advantage of some time to fly above, silently chanting "Tai Shang Dong Xuan Ling Bao Tian Zun said rescue suffering and exorcising sin" The Wonderful Scriptures.

To save the dead and let the dead rest in peace is a simple handover ceremony and respect for the "host body".

Those who can return the Yang are the lucky ones who can escape from the Nether Realm.

Not all wandering souls and yin souls can occupy the corpse and return to Yang, and there are no such cheap good things in the world.

Zhang Kedao recited the "Tai Shang Rescue Sutra", and blessed himself with the Pure Heart Art, and then the soul body penetrated into the body like a mist.

He continued to chant the scriptures, and he could feel that the soul was integrating into the body, accepting all kinds of chaotic memories, the twisted expression on the body's face gradually became peaceful, and the curled body lay down comfortably.

Resisting the tiredness and drowsiness of the tide after his soul fell into place, Zhang Kedao did not dare to sleep at the critical moment.

The days when he can sleep are long, and he must overcome inertia.

He recited the scriptures over and over again, trying to make the soul perfectly integrate into the body.

As an amateur Taoist priest, he knows much more about Yang Yang than ordinary people. Using scriptures to wash the residual breath of himself and the host is the most common and basic method of Yang Yang fusion. Of course, no matter how advanced he is, he will not know it.

He was so busy that the sunlight slanted into the room from the small window of the thatched hut, and the whole room was bright. Zhang Kedao just turned over, covered with a thin cloth quilt with two patches, and fell into a deep sleep. He was too tired.

The light and shadow moved, and the hut became dark again.

It was a good night's sleep, until in the afternoon, Zhang Kedao was woken up by the loud and unpleasant donkey barking from the barn behind.

The sound insulation effect of the thatched hut is a little stronger than that of the cattle shed that is transparent on all sides.

The hungry Zhang Kedao got up, looked at the coarse cloth jacket patched at the elbows, and then glanced at the old gray cloth robes stacked on the wooden stool beside the bed. He basically accepted the memory of the host... and various knowledge skills.

He attributes this to the blessings of chanting the scriptures and doing the ritual perfectly.

What surprised him was not the identity of the Taoist priest named "Zhang Wenfeng", but the fact that there were real cultivators, demons, demons, ghosts, evil spirits and other mysterious creatures in this world, so he could be relieved of seeing a huge palm. Shadow, a strange thing that appeared out of thin air.

He broke into a legendary world of immortal cultivation.

What was even more surprising was that he found that the body he had merged with had cultivation, Taoism, and Cultivation.

"Ah!"

Zhang Kedao shook his head and smiled. Does he count as a blessing in disguise if he survives the hardship?
He really died once, he thought about it.

The mud-brick thatched hut is simply cleaned and tidy. There is a rough wooden table near the window with two hand-written scriptures on it, a silver-sheathed sword hanging on the wall, and an unpainted original ecological wooden door. Leading to the small utility room next door.

According to the memory of the host, from the old wooden cabinet in the room, he found a set of clean and neatly stacked clothes and cloth shoes. Zhang Kedao took it off from top to bottom and from the inside to the outside and changed it, although it was also washed white and gray. Cloth and old clothes, don't feel uncomfortable wearing them.

After the meeting is over, I will burn the changed clothes and cloth shoes as a conclusion.

Do rituals for the dead at night, burn some paper money, paper ingots, etc. These items are not bad in Taoist temples.

Rolling up his hair and tying it into a bun, using a wooden hairpin to hold it in, and neatly tidying up his old Taoist robe, Zhang Kedao pulled the door latch and walked out of the hut across the threshold, ignoring the donkey that was still calling for food.

Go out from the side door of the courtyard wall along the blue brick passage, go into the kitchen, uncover the wooden board of the water tank, scoop water into the wooden basin with a melon, and wash your hands and face carefully.

He was still unfamiliar with this body, slowly doing some trivial life chores and getting familiar with it, using the old blue towel on the wooden stand to dry the water stains on his hands.

Passing through the wheat field, walking up the stairs along the slate, to the main entrance of the Taoist temple.

On the black-ground plaque decorated with gold-trimmed patterns, there are three large golden characters inscribed from right to left: Xianlingguan.

The two small characters of "Xuanmu" in ancient seal are vertically arranged at the inscription.

The surrounding environment of the Taoist temple is quiet and solemn, the ancient trees are green, and the surrounding is orderly.

The ground in front of the Guandian is raised, and it is laid into a square with a blue brick floor. The two-person prayer bronze incense burner in the shape of a three-story tower stands imposingly on the square. The patina washed by the rain has accumulated historical deposits.

The underside of the eaves and the edge of the blue-brick square are surrounded by carved beasts and stone pillars. Only the lacquer of the Taoist temple plaque and the carved beams and painted pillars and doors and windows are somewhat mottled and peeled off, revealing that the Taoist temple is relatively tight.

Zhang Kedao has received everything from the host, and it is no longer a problem to read and hear the language here.

He took out a string of long and short brass keys from his waist, chose one of the two-tooth keys that rubbed brightly, and fiddled with the brass ring keyhole in the middle of the gate. Double doors with black lacquer and gold trim.

The light and elegant scent of incense poured out from the temple and filled his nose. Zhang Kedao took the copper key, tidy up his old Taoist robe and hair on the temples again, with a serious look, he lifted his hem and stepped over the high copper-clad threshold.

Nine incense sticks were taken out from the side table and lit by the ever-bright lamp.

Holding the incense with both hands, folded the top of the chest, and bowed three times to the three statues of Taoist ancestors enshrined in the small Sanqing Hall, reciting words in their mouths, and inserted the curling incense sticks into the small incense burner in the hall.

Then, incense is offered to the colorful images of the two patriarchs sitting on the left curtain pavilion, and below are the tablets of deceased gods of various generations.

Use a small copper pot to fill the three ever-bright lamps with oil, take small brass scissors from the table drawer, and trim the wicks to turn on the light.

He took out a dry rag and wiped the fence, desk, bar table, incense burner, copper candlestick, lampshade, gate and other objects. Every time he did it, he had a corresponding memory to familiarize him with, and then used another large rag to wet it slightly to clean the hall. On the ground of blue bricks, the rag was washed with clean water, dried, and placed on the rope on the side of the Taoist temple.

After cleaning his hands, Zhang Kedao returned to the main hall, knelt down on the thick wheat straw futon in the middle, and chanted the "Homework Sutra" upright.

He used the rhythm of the steps to start the tone, cadence and rhythm, neither hurried nor slow, even in the middle of the breath, there was no obvious pause.

Fragrant mist wafts around in the solemn hall, and the sound of chanting scriptures rises and falls like a tide.

Finally, with the sound of "ding", he ended his first homework in this world.

He stood up and bowed three times to the statue of Sanqing Cai.

Smelling the scent of incense all over the house, I only feel that my whole body is transparent and the spiritual platform is clear.

Since then, he has been an official Taoist priest who advocates hearing the wind in Xianlingguanguan, and has a degree of justice.

(The following will take Zhang Wenfeng as the protagonist's name, and the time and size are all measured in ancient units)

Stepping out of the Sanqing Palace, going down the bluestone steps, Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the disc granite sundial under the sun on the left, the light and shadow pointed to six o'clock, half past two in the afternoon. Indifferent, the guilt of the parents in the previous life can only be buried in the bottom of my heart.

Living is a long practice.

Cherish what you have at the moment!
(End of this chapter)