Taoist chanting

"While you have time, you guys should think about the tactics of mutual cooperation and mutual assistance, memorize the materials of the seventeen thieves recorded in the file, and take some targeted countermeasures in advance."

Zhang Wenfeng finished his conversation and went to his room. He practiced 36 sets of Jiugong step every day.

The soldiers are fierce and the battle is dangerous, he will not allow the next time to go to the battlefield, Xiao Ni'er will still act on his own.

Fighting with tens of hundreds of monks is different from a fight between three or two monks. You must pay attention to coordination and momentum. Even if you don't have an advantage, you must create local advantages to attack more and attack less, or use the strong to punish the weak. Do not act recklessly and put yourself in a tight siege.

Xiao Ni'er was really frightened by the insidious method of the temple master's few words.

She was so well protected by her mother-in-law, she didn't experience the last war 500 years ago, and she survived because of her cleverness and good luck.

Xiao Ni'er is self-willed but very knowledgeable about current affairs, otherwise she would not be able to make a living under the empress's command, she shouted: "Don't worry, my lord, I will study it carefully with Junior Brother Lu, and I will ask you to give me some advice after two days. "

"good!"

"Monastery Lord, I took out two bottles from a dead ghost last time, but today I found out that they are full of ghosts. I'd better hand them over to you and don't give me a share. The ghost's voice is scary."

Xiao Ni'er threw the black bottle out of her cuff like a hot potato to the turning priest.

She likes treasures, but she doesn't like eerie ghosts. She used to live alone in underground rivers and killed some ghosts and ghosts that frightened her.

Zhang Wenfeng took the two black bottles, and he knew they were wooden bottles at first glance. His spiritual sense penetrated into the bottles a little, and he was taken aback by the number of ghosts contained in the large space of Zhang Xu. There were too many, densely packed, and countless.

Then it was discovered that it was not a ghost, but a living soul that had not transformed into a ghost.

Desperate living souls huddling together are breeding hostility.

Zhang Wenfeng's face darkened, those overseas thieves cultivated inhumanity, they wanted to use Gu to make living souls devour each other, and nourish powerful ghost king puppets in a short period of time.

If you act like this, what kind of Tao should you cultivate?

Those guys are more hateful than crooked ways, and they have already embarked on the devil's way.

Xiao Ni'er watched the temple master hurried out, and said to the donkey: "The temple master seems to be angry, it looks so scary."

Zhang Wenfeng is usually moody and angry, but this time he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. When he entered the branch of the Taoist Palace, his face slowly returned to calm. When he found Zhou Fushi, the Great Celestial Master and Zhou Zhi were also in the hall. Take out the two black bottles and keep things simple.

After Zhou Fushi inspected the situation inside the bottle, he shook his head and sighed: "Poor innocent people have been murdered by them."

The Great Heavenly Master and Zhou Zhi saw it separately. Zhou Zhi was born as a red witch, and he also collected ghosts to refine soul art. It was the first time he had seen so many living souls, and his face changed slightly: "Those who were struck by lightning , I’m afraid there will be [-] to [-] living souls! What are they going to do? No, I have to interrogate the two guys who concealed the matter later, so as not to let them suffer more, it’s hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart.”

Killing is nothing more than a nod to the ground, and taking such a huge amount of mortal souls is never allowed by the practice world.

Those lawless guys committed a big taboo.

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Da Tianshi had a look of anger on his face, and said: "I invite Master Fa Yuan and Da Qiang two fellow Taoists to come."

The summons was sent out, and the three of them arrived soon. After seeing the terrifying number of living souls in the bottle, they were all angry. Monk Fayuan folded his palms together and recited scriptures silently.

Everyone discussed a few words, such a number of living souls must open the Dharma altar to save, Zhou Fushi looked at Zhang Guanzhu, and said: "The souls of all living beings can be saved from bad luck, all because of Zhang Daochang's rescue, I invite Zhang Daochang to preside over the ritual!"

Zhang Wenfeng accepted Zhou Guanshi's kind intentions, but he didn't mean to give in. He cupped his hands and said, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. It's better to open the altar sooner rather than later, so it's going on at midnight tonight. Please arrange 36 people from Zhou Guanshi The Taoist cooperates."

The tragedy that happened in the Dayi territory, of course, had to be done by Taoist priests, not monks.

The matter was settled, Zhang Wenfeng left two bottles and returned to the guest house. In order to show that he attached importance to the ritual, he took a bath and changed his clothes. Jian came to the branch of the Taoist Palace, and an octagonal three-story altar was erected in a remote open space.

Dharma instruments are arranged layer by layer, and white candles stand like a forest.

Zhang Wenfeng climbed up the steps to the altar, and 36 Taoist priests stood standing below them and saluted with strict rules.

Lighting the soul-inducing incense and reciting the scriptures of transcendence to rhyme, the Taoist priests flicked all the candles with their fingers, stepped on the stage, and slowly turned around the altar.

Zhang Wenfeng put the incense into the stove, hurriedly passed the offerings on the altar, and unsealed the black bottle with a wave of his sleeve.

Two streams of black air gushed out, and faint cries, howls, and roars intertwined in the air.

Countless living souls are at a loss, following the invisible vortex formed by the scriptures and drifting with the current, even under the practices of Taoist priests, they cannot escape that space.

Zhang Wenfeng pinched the beads with his left hand, stretched out his right hand to greet him gracefully, and silently recited scriptures for salvation.

With the help of the flow beads, he can control the range and direction of the effect of thought power. With the addition of his thought power, the noisy living souls quickly quiet down, they are comforted and washed by the unusual, and the hostility slowly dissipates.

Most of the people watching the Fa from a distance nodded secretly, and experts stretched out their hands to know if there was one.

Zhang Guanzhu is not only superior in combat power, but also proficient in the technique of transcendence, and has profound recitation skills. No wonder he didn't shirk from being the host of the event. He is capable of doing this and will do his best.

Zhou Fushi took a few glances at the Liuzhu pinched in Guanzhu Zhang's hand, which is an ordinary magic weapon, but he didn't find any difference.

In his heart, he admired Guanzhu Zhang's scripture skills. It is worthy of being inherited from the lineage of Lingbao Temple. The origin of the wood is precisely a senior expert from Lingbao Temple who went to support Da'an back then.

With this origin, it is not an outsider.

Zhang Wenfeng presided over the reciting scriptures to save the black souls, and 36 Taoist priests who were proficient in saving souls assisted.

Complete the ritual according to the process, step down from the altar, and thank the many practicing Taoists.

After exchanging greetings with Zhou Guanshi, Da Tianshi and others, he said goodbye and went back.

Back in the guest house, Zhang Wenfeng greeted Xiao Ni'er and Donkey, and returned to his room, closing the door tightly with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Not long after the ceremony was over, the ancient scroll in his sea of ​​consciousness, which had not moved for a long time, burst into golden light.

The book of virtue showed the third verse: "Superior virtue does not do anything but does not think; lower virtue does not do anything but thinks."

However, the strange thing is that he can't sense the newly added supernatural name.

There was nothingness there, and it seemed to be hiding something.

Such a strange phenomenon aroused his curiosity, so he came back in a hurry to find out sooner.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Wenfeng arranged the formation in the room, activated the formation to isolate the outside world, touched the halo with divine sense to circulate the golden seal characters, and silently recited the scriptures in one go.

There seemed to be fairy music ringing in his ears, and his whole body felt warm and comfortable, and his tiredness from chanting scriptures was swept away.

Above his head, a gorgeous light and shadow resembling a treasured cover appeared in illusion.

Ringing bells and drums, fragrant flowers and candles, lightning and thunder.

All kinds of visions appeared in front of his eyes, seemingly unreal, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

"This is the 'Manmin Umbrella'!"

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Taoist chanting