Taoist chanting

Chapter 52

After finishing the matter, Bai Wuchang put away the flipping book in his hand, he didn't mean to leave, but asked instead:
"Zhang Daoshi, you traveled to and from the underworld safe and sound. You got a trace of luck in the underworld, and now you have found another half of the Yangshi official position. I wonder if you are interested in taking up an errand in the underworld?"

Zhang Wenfeng heard the other party bluntly exposed his identity as Huanyang, so he hurriedly looked around.

Some words are not good for people to hear. Many members of the Gu family are on the mountain.

"Don't worry, not everyone can see us. Except for you, no one can hear our conversation. The errands in the underworld will not hinder your status and cultivation in the world, and even your cultivation will help you a little."

Bai Wuchang's figure is slightly clearer, and the hat on his head has four characters on it that can be clearly seen: Seeing makes money.

These four characters are another sign of Bai Wuchang.

Zhang Wenfeng secretly thought that the lucky draw was good, and asked, "I don't know what kind of errand it is?"

"Concurrently serving as a ghost messenger for a period of three years. If you encounter evil ghosts, wandering ghosts, kill or capture them and send them to the underworld, having such a temporary ghost messenger status can give you more benefits and earn more merits. , it is a little extra reward for your extermination of the red-clothed ghost this time."

Bai Wuchang said with a smile that he was very considerate of Zhang Wenfeng.

Zhang Wenfeng thought hehe, does Mingyu also recruit third-party contract workers?
It is not his job to hunt ghosts, he is just doing it casually. Taoist practice and seeking longevity are the real goals.

"Excuse me, sir, what is the use of merit? Is there a way to check my merit?"

"The merits are invisible and intangible, and those with profound cultivation can feel one or two, which is extremely useful, and the most simple one is that they can use merit to offset the unintentional loss of yin and virtue, and can provide some kind of opportunity when the practice breaks through... Will you take this job?"

"Yes, of course, thank you for the reward!"

Zhang Wenfeng heard the other party's impatience, and hurriedly smiled and surrendered. Why didn't he do a three-year temporary job?

He knew some merits and virtues, so he deliberately asked one more question, since the other party refused to say more.

As a temporary ghost, it does not hinder his cultivation. In the future, catching ghosts will be more justifiable and convenient. Don't take the temporary workers who are half officials seriously.

Bai Wuchang stopped talking nonsense, stretched out his hand, and threw out a trace of icy white air.

In the next instant, the white air circled around Zhang Wenfeng's left index finger, turning into a transparent, slender, flat ring.

Instruct Zhang Wenfeng to recite the "Tai Shang Dong Xuan Ling Bao Tian Zun Said The Wonderful Sutra of Rescue the Suffering and Eradicating Sins" that he learned in his previous life. With specific rhythm incisions and gestures, it will play a special role in summoning and saving ghosts, and transmit a few sentences.

Bai Wuchang stretched out his index finger to draw a square in the air, and a vague and deep ghost gate appeared out of thin air, saying: "Ming Qi is very simple to use, it is equivalent to using a key to open a temporary ghost gate passage, it doesn't take long to catch the ghost and lose it. Go in, or recite the scriptures, save the ghosts and enter on their own, and the merits will be calculated according to your performance. If you encounter extremely troublesome ghosts, you can contact me. Let’s go.”

Without waiting for Zhang Wenfeng to ask any more questions, with a wave of his sleeves, the ghost gate passage disappeared, and Bai Wuchang disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look, and Hei Wuchang had long since disappeared.

"There are still a lot of questions that I haven't had time to ask. What are the benefits of the Netherworld's luck, and I can't make it clear how to contact them? It's running too fast."

Muttering a word, Zhang Wen shook his head slightly, carefully checked the transparent ring on the index finger of his left hand, and learned the method taught by Bai Wuchang's voice transmission just now. .

In the past life, ghosts were very mysterious and awe-inspiring existences.

He didn't expect that one day he would be able to pick up a ghost identity, um, temporary, he guessed that it was only related to the luck he got in and out of the underworld?It should not be possible for anyone to be a temporary ghost.

Turning around the neighborhood, the cold air has long since dissipated.

Zhang Wenfeng greeted loudly: "Second Senior Brother, Uncle Lame, it's okay, the female ghost is here to kill you, you can all come out now."

The door of the main hall was opened, and the second senior brother tucked his left hand into his sleeve, clutched a small handful of incense ash, and stepped out across the threshold, looking vigilantly to the left and right.

As soon as the door of the dining hall rang, the donkey rushed out first, and said, "Ah uh... ah... uh..."

With so many men, it's not a big place, it's had enough.

The old lame man held the iron drill and helped the old man to go out, followed by a few Gu family men who were nervous with the wind lamp.

Looking at the young Zhang Guanzhu, who is light and cloudless, all the family members are like immortals.

Looking up at the high mountain, there is a lot of awe.

Previously, Zhang Guanzhu fought with the invisible female ghost, the shrill ghost screams and howls, and most of them have heard and witnessed the tragic sound. The candles are lit and extinguished, and they are extinguished and lit again. The ice on the ground reflects the glittering cold light. The donkey kicked the devil in the air.

The horror feeling that bursts of horror climbed up the tailbone.

Let them experience the existence of dirty things for the first time, so that they will not think that Zhang Guanzhu is making up mysteries.

In particular, Zhang Guanzhu and Gu Quan rushed to the main hall of the Taoist Temple. Everyone seemed to be blown by an invisible cold wind, and felt a chill of death through their bodies, and they were all stiff, and it took a long time to regain consciousness.

They are still terrified to this day.

Zhang Wenfeng said to the old man Gu: "Gu Quan needs to take care of himself for a while, except that he is weak and weak. There is no serious problem. You send two people to carry him from the main hall to the dining hall. Tonight is too late, so let's go down the mountain tomorrow morning."

Then he said to the old lame: "Uncle lame, boil some glutinous rice porridge, give Gu Quan a small bowl, pass three passes with a grain of rice, let him fill his stomach, don't feed him more. Make another pot of frosted sugar old ginger soup, everyone. Have a drink to get rid of the cold."

Everyone's face was pale, and they were affected by the yin qi of ghosts, so they drank a bowl of old ginger soup to get rid of evil spirits.

Among them, there are a few weak people who are expected to suffer from a disease. The impact is not very big, and they can recover in three to five days.

"Yes, yes, thank you Zhang Guanzhu for saving my son, the old man is very grateful."

Old man Gu bowed and hurriedly called two strong men to pick up the stretcher on the ground and followed the second senior brother to the main hall. Taoists visited the Taoist temple and did not welcome ordinary people to disturb Qingjing. He understood this rule.

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand and said, "My senior brother, if you offend you, go to someone tomorrow to apologize."

With that said, he turned around and went to the West Hall.

He was busy for a long time, and he was painting yellow talismans and laying spells to fight ghosts. If he hadn't broken through the first level of cultivation, he would have been overwhelmed long ago. Whether it was spirit or Yuan Qi, the loss was huge.

"Yes, yes, the old man will come to the door in person tomorrow to apologize to Mr. Jia."

The old man Gu agreed, as long as his son was safe and sound, he would be willing to kneel and kowtow.

Furthermore, I have seen Zhang Guanzhu's miraculous ability, how can it be violated?
It's not called Jia Laodao, but instead he is called Mr. Jia. It's not that his eye sockets are shallow, but he is frightened. The ghosts and ghosts are the most frightening.

The donkey leaned forward and rubbed the temple master's arm, begging to pat his head.

It could see clearly before that the spectator used the Aoki thorn spell on the ghost, and the "Puff" twice was very effective.

It has practiced the green wood thorn, and although it can't use it, it can recognize it.

"Watcher, can you give me some pointers on my Aoki thorn technique?"

Zhang Wenfeng touched the hair on the top of the donkey perfunctorily, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Your problem is a bit complicated. After I find out the reason, I will pass on the spell that is suitable for you. Recruit fresh food all over the sky', practice makes perfect miracles, there is no harm in you practicing more sound explosions."

"And this statement? Then I'll practice again."

After sending the donkey who knew the secret, Zhang Wenfeng walked into the West Hall, lit the oil lamp, washed his hands briefly, drank the remaining spiritual spring water in the gourd in one breath, and walked into the quiet room with the lamp in his hand. Latch the door.

The lights in the dining room and kitchen stayed on all night, and the firewood was burning vigorously.

Many men rushed to work, boiled porridge and ginger soup, whispered excitedly and talked about the twists and turns of Zhang Guanzhu's story of fighting ghosts.

A long night passed.

The guy from the Gu family helped clean up the battlefield with his hands and feet. The chickens, ducks, and fish were still edible. The dust was washed off and put into the kitchen. The glutinous rice that was used in the cooking pot was turned into a handful of powder. The glutinous rice was carefully cleaned and dumped into the woods for the birds to eat, and the broken bowls, chopsticks, candles, etc. were buried.

After doing this, the old man Gu left behind the three hundred and thirty-three copper coins that he had collected, wrapped it in red paper and said goodbye to the old lame man.

Asking a Buddhist priest to exorcise evil spirits or offering incense money to a Taoist temple must end with "three".

Three texts, thirty-three texts, three hundred and thirty-three texts...how much is optional, because three represents "three cleanliness".

Don't try to enshrine "six six six" and "eight eight eight" in auspicious manner.

Old man Gu didn't dare to disturb the two Taoist priests who were doing morning lessons in the main hall, so he went down the mountain with a thousand thanks.

That morning, rumors about the two Taoist priests in Xianlingguan, especially Zhang Guanzhu, were able to master immortal magic and the peach wood sword to slay evil spirits, spread from Hexi town, with nose and eyes, vivid, and more and more mysterious.

At the back, Zhang Shenxian can spread beans into soldiers, swallow clouds and mists, invite heavenly soldiers to descend to earth, and so on.

This is the Gu family who is helping Xianlingguan and Zhang Guanzhu become famous, and repaying them in the simple way that the villagers think they are right.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and dismissed it after hearing it. It was time to practice cultivation and grow vegetables in the back mountain.

He is still the Taoist Zhang who wants to eat and sleep.

(End of this chapter)