Taoist chanting

Chapter 550

I heard that the temple mainly read scriptures and gave lectures. Zhang Xuandong, the second shopkeeper and Zhuang Mi, who were far away from the shop in Fangshi, Zhoucheng, rushed back, leaving two young disciples who were sent to work as shop assistants to look after the shop. Fly back to the mountain one day in advance from Lingcao Peak in Guizailing.

Zhang Wenfeng did not teach in the training hall, he chose the place for chanting under the ancient walnut tree on the southwest slope of Xianling Mountain.

Up and down the hillside, the disciples were sitting or standing, listening to the rare sutra chanting lecture given by the master.

Shan Chang, Hu Qiang'er, Leng Xiang, Shui Qingru, Zhuang Yu, and Shan Badger didn't have to compete for seats, they were in the closest position to the temple owner. Le Zi didn't usually read scriptures and do homework, so this time he also leaned against the tree trunk down the slope Come and listen to the excitement.

The master holds flowing beads, lights three sticks of long-lasting incense and sticks them on the ground in front of him, sits cross-legged in the open space of old trees, and silently recites the Sutra of Chang Qing Jing said silently.

Listen to the scriptures in a silent place, the tree shakes and the branches shake, and the spring is brilliant.

The mountain is silent and silent, with a faint fragrance and walnut blossoms.

The disciples were fascinated by what they heard, and they sat down one by one, not knowing where they were.

The fun at the end was the first time he knew that scriptures that were not recited aloud could touch people’s hearts so wonderfully, and he was immersed in it, sitting on the muddy ground under the tree.

Zhang Wenfeng pinched beads and recited the scriptures without saying a word. After three times of "Tai Shang Shuo Chang Qing Jing Jing", it was changed to "Tao Jing", and then changed to "Cultivation of Body and Tranquility" in "Tai Shang Tong Xuan Si Fang Miao Jing" , with the blessing of the flowing beads in his hand, although there is no vision of the hype falling, it has also increased his power of thinking by a little compared to before.

After burning the incense sticks on the ground, he stood up and walked away.

The people who listened to the scriptures all over the hillside were left behind, immersed in their own thoughts, unable to extricate themselves.

Spiritual energy and wood energy converge, trickling like mist like smoke.

The corner of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth showed a serene smile, and he put on Liuzhu. The lectures for enlightenment of thoughts like this can be held once every three or two years, too frequent is not good, too much is too late.

There are long and short perceptions, the monk who woke up first got up silently and went back, and practiced behind closed doors in his room while the feeling was fresh.

More than half of the monks went to the canteen to eat at noon, and even when they ate, they were thoughtful.

At dusk in the afternoon, I drank tea with the head of the mountain, and listened to the head of the mountain's compliment, "Listening to the Lord's recitation of the scriptures once, it is like bathing in sweet rain, and the vulgarity of the body is gone, the dust in the heart mirror is washed, and there is a lot of benefit" and so on. If you can do this kind of sutra chanting and lectures a few more times in your spare time, why worry about your sect not being happy?"

Zhang Wenfeng put down the teacup, smiled without saying a word.

The head of the mountain stopped talking, and the temple master was becoming more and more unpredictable now.

The Buddhist chanting class in the morning is really wonderful. He has a feeling that in a few days he will be able to advance to Gradient Realm Consummation. I heard that many disciples have gained a lot and it takes several days to digest it. Some even broke the small bottleneck. A small promotion directly.

Although he is in charge of the cultivation resources of the sect, he rarely takes pills and the like to speed up his cultivation.

I heard the host "inadvertently" mention it to him once, asking him to "go with the flow, slow is fast, neither rush nor hurry".

He practiced step by step, sharpened his state of mind in trivial chores, and enjoyed it. He hardly encountered bottlenecks along the way. Although his cultivation speed was not fast, he walked a smooth road.

In the evening, Lezi, that guy who didn't wear Taoist robes, mixed in with the disciples in the evening class, huddled with Qian Jing, reciting the scriptures seriously, and doing it in a decent manner.

After the evening class, Zhang Wenfeng walked towards the back mountain with two little tails behind him.

Hu Qiang'er innocently smiled and said: "Master, you say it's strange, the walnut tree has not yet bloomed, but after listening to your lecture today, the walnut tree bloomed ahead of schedule. You have to be free in the future, please sit under the walnut tree more often." Sit down and talk about scriptures, and the scenery there is especially beautiful.”

Zhang Wenfeng asked with a smile: "Will the walnut trees bear fruit this year?"

"It's hard to say, maybe if you go to lecture a few more times, it's possible that the tree will be full of walnuts."

Hu Qiang'er couldn't bear to waste his energy on trivial things like the result, he boasted that he was a little old man, what was the result?

Leng Xiang, with colorful plum blossoms pinned in her hair, suggested weakly: "Master, you can also sit under the plum tree, the scenery over there is also nice."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "I will sit under both of your trees. If you want me to recite scriptures, it depends on the timing. Sutras can't be recited casually." Then he turned his head to Lezi who followed sneakily behind him: "Lezi, it's so late Did you ask me for advice on 'Nine Palaces Arithmetic'?"

Lezi scratched his hair and laughed, "I would like to invite the Lord to drink and talk about other things."

Unless he is drunk, he will ask the temple master for advice on "Nine Palaces Arithmetic".

Hu Qiang'er took Leng Xiang to leave and flew away.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't pick up the wine gourd that Le Zi never left. He took out an old gourd from the Nawu space, filled it with some old wine, took a sip at the occasion, and asked, "What's the matter, what do you think?"

Before Shui Qingru became an apprentice, Lezi avoided him.

Ever since that girl became a teacher, Lezi often appeared in front of him to show her presence and greeted him with a smile.

Lezi also took a sip of his wine and said, "Monastery Master, the list of the next batch to go to Dingxi City for training has not yet been decided? Can you count me in?"

Zhang Wenfeng let out an "oh", looked at his cousin who was happily cooking in the kitchen and suddenly brought up this topic today, and said, "It's not a problem for you to be the captain of the training team, but you have to ask your master for advice. No problem. Does your dad know?"

"I didn't tell the old man. I was annoyed by him. He wanted to tell me about my daughter-in-law all day long, and my ears were callused."

Lezi said that he was annoying his father, without any impatience on his face, and said with a smile: "Please ask me. Actually, my master doesn't care much about me. It seems that I was picked as an apprentice. I want to go to the border town for experience. I heard that Nice place."

"It's nonsense, your master knows it, and I won't make you peel off your skin if you don't train me."

Zhang Wenfeng took out the flying sword, read a few words silently and then called, and said to the smiling Lezi: "If your master agrees with you to go out to practice, you have to make it clear to your father, one year is not short for him."

"Understood, I will."

Lezi took another sip of wine, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Is she okay?"

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at Lezi with a gloomy expression, pretending to be confused and said with understanding: "It should be okay."

Lezi opened the collar of his clothes, pointed to the inner armor, and whispered: "She gave it to me, I know." There was a row of butterfly-shaped stitches inside the cuffs of the inner armor, which was exactly the same as the patch that Shui Ya sewed for him back then.

The little Ni'er with the fish's tail protruding from the hem of the skirt came to play several times, and accidentally mentioned "Niangniang". After hearing this, he deliberately asked the little girl Lengxiang who had just arrived not long ago. Lengxiang didn't know. Xianling Temple has a transcendent status and is the joy of the temple master's cousin, so he will not hide it. Leng Xiang once stayed in Liuzhihe for a few days, so it is not surprising to know the name of that empress.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at it for a long time, he was a dexterous and shrewd person, suddenly he kicked over, and was let by Lezi, who laughed and scolded: "You two are acting to tease us, you can ask her yourself, Seeing how promising you are, you must have found out where her lair is?"

Le Zi hurriedly raised the gourd to toast, smiled and said: "My father's tone is hard to get over, and I'm not very promising now, hey, my brain hurts, Lord, please help me think of a way and come up with an idea."

"I don't have a daughter-in-law myself now, so I don't want to meddle in your business."

Zhang Wenfeng took the Liuzhu in his hand, walked up the stairs with a pure heart and few desires, and walked into his cave.

Leave the silly boy to scratch his head and blow the air.

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(End of this chapter)