Taoist chanting

Chapter 6 Surprise and pry, discover something
Seeing Zhang Wenfeng arriving late, the donkey raised his voice again, out of breath and howling.

The donkey's head kept jogging under the wooden trough, madly suggesting that it hadn't chewed a single bite until now, bastard.

"Okay, okay, I'll add food and water for you now, don't bark, it's so ugly. You said, you can't go to the mountain stream to find grass to eat by yourself when you are hungry? It's not very far, and I have to to serve you."

Zhang Wenfeng was in a good mood, and used Daan Guo Yayan to make fun of the black donkey that was spinning in a hurry.

He didn't notice the hidden trace of humanized contempt in the slanted eyes of the donkey in the shed.

He walked to the warehouse next to the fodder, corn stalks and beans, cut the ingredients and mixed them with bean cakes, and added food to the starving donkey.

The Da'an country where he is located has a vast territory, with eighteen prefectures under its jurisdiction, and each prefecture has six to ten counties.

According to his search memory, Da'an country has been established for more than [-] years, advocating Taoist education, taxation and corvee are loosely adjusted according to the year, and ghosts and thieves occasionally rebel in the territory, and they are eventually suppressed.

The border is adjacent to the Three Kingdoms, and every ten years, rumors of war can always be heard.

Xianlingguan is located in Yuanyang County, Nanjiang Prefecture, under the jurisdiction of Xiling County.

Xiling County is not considered a remote village, and its products are abundant.

The folk customs and the administration of officials are not bad. Although it is impossible to pick up lost things on the road, it is not like bandits and bandits are rampant, and hungry people are everywhere.

In addition to him, the former closed disciple of the Taoist temple master, there are also two half-laden old men who are in charge of handyman, a cripple named Zhang Yifang who is in charge of the kitchen and cleaning outside the Taoist temple, and the other is a hunchback who grows vegetables and grain in front of and behind the mountain. , called Zhang Wencai.

They are all surnamed Zhang, and like Zhang Wenfeng, they are relatives of Qianguan who advocated that the five clothes should be released first.

After having dinner yesterday, the two took leave and went back to Zhangjiazhuang, five miles south.

This fairy spirit view is said to have been inherited for more than [-] years and can be traced back to the beginning of the establishment of Da'an.

These Chen Guzi rotten sesame seeds and old calendars, Zhang Wenfeng had to dig through them.

After pouring hay and clean water into the two wooden troughs for the donkey, he walked to the kitchen outside the courtyard wall.

In addition to his daily practice of chanting scriptures and drawing amulets to practice medical skills, he, the temple master, spends a small half of the day working in the fields.

In the words of Master Qianguan and his master: "Practitioners need to know the sufferings of the world. The real way is to find insights in daily life. If you pursue it deliberately, you will easily fall into "self-attachment". Things have to be done."

Zhang Wenfeng was born a poor child, and he naturally regarded his master's teachings as his standard.

He went to the hall and entered the kitchen, drew mountains and rivers with a brush, and went to the fields to play swordsmanship well. All the skills are obtained from daily practice day after day and year after year.

On the contrary, the master who taught him to follow the law of nature has already passed away, rarely went to the fields in his life, and was even farther away from the kitchen.

Ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and he is devoted to comprehend the magic of the gods, and he is talking about the old man.

Talking about ten ways and nine doctors, the former Guanzhu is good at medicine, drawing talismans, feng shui, divination, and is also proficient in arty arts such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as self-cultivation and other miscellaneous arts. He has a white beard and a good-looking appearance. Doing things, let alone arranging white weddings and other jobs that require staying up all night.

He disdain to compete with the rural Taoist priest, but his reputation spread far and wide, reaching the county.

Even if it is more than [-] miles away from Xiling County, before the death of the former master, the Xianling Temple often had distinguished guests come all the way to offer incense to seek medical treatment and talismans. Sample.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, Zhang Wenfeng knew a little about everything, and he was also good at cooking.

He boiled water and kneaded noodles at the fastest speed, scooped two spoonfuls of clear oil from the oil pot, and smelted pickled vegetables and bacon dumplings in another iron pot, and made a big bowl of sliced ​​noodles.

Hu soup and noodles filled his chest and back. Zhang Wenfeng burped contentedly. After cleaning and tidying up the kitchen utensils, he walked to the shade of the trees in front of the Taoist Square, walked around to digest food, and sorted out his thoughts by the way.

He rummaged through his memory, and found that this host was free from disease and disaster, and knew some medical skills.

There was no trauma or internal injury, and there was no sign of poisoning. Why did he suddenly die in bed near five in the morning?
It's really strange.

There was another thing that puzzled him. When he was in the Nether Realm, he could understand what the man who cast the spell called the soul said. Why did he not understand when he talked to him outside the outside world?

Could it be that reciting Taoist scriptures has a special effect in places like the Nether Realm?

After turning back and forth for more than ten laps, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly stopped. He tilted his head slightly to look at the low mountain forest in the southwest. This body practiced the Taoist breathing exercise, the lower abdomen Dantian has a warm breath, and his ears are smart and eyesight. Only then did I realize that there seemed to be someone peeping there.

After searching carefully for a while, Zhang Wenfeng retracted his gaze in confusion. Could it be that he sensed it wrong?
After thinking for a while, he turned around and walked to the hut where he lived in the backyard of the Taoist temple, took down the three-foot-three-inch self-defense saber hanging from the mud wall and wooden pillar, (one foot in this book is equal to 23 centimeters, calculated according to the Han Dynasty), and walked around After passing the barn, I was going to go down the mountain from the back door of the courtyard wall to see what was going on?

"Ah uh... ah... uh..."

The black donkey poked its head out, and suddenly yelled at Zhang Wenfeng who was passing by lightly.

Zhang Wenfeng was really taken aback, and was immediately laughed at by the long-eared donkey who was full and wanted to get close to him.

Forget it, even if someone is spying there, they should be alert and slip away at this time.

Tie the saber around his left waist, and lightly patted the top of the donkey's head. Zhang Wenfeng opened the wooden porch door, walked into the shed, untied the rope from the post, and led the black donkey out to go down the mountain. The black donkey let the wind go.

Ever since the big ox was frightened and rolled down the hillside and broke its hind leg, the old lame man and the hunchback called someone to sell it. The hard work of grinding flour and cultivating the land on the hill has all fallen on the donkey. It is estimated that a new calf will not be bought until next spring. The child is raised.

Now that mid-autumn has passed, the cold winter is long, and it is not cost-effective to raise an extra animal to prepare materials. Both the hunchback and the cripple suggest waiting to see the market of calves in the coming year before making a decision.

Descending to the edge of the Linzi stream in the low mountain, Zhang Wenfeng let go of the rope and let the docile black donkey eat by itself.

He searched carefully on the top of the short hill, and after a while, he stopped in front of a fallen grass. The grass nest in the depression was just in the shape of a person, and the grass stems were broken. Clear and extremely light footprints are left, and the distance between them is far beyond ordinary people.

Zhang Wenfeng's eyes showed deep thought, the one spying on him was a good kungfu practitioner.

He instinctively suspected that this person's motives were not pure, perhaps it was related to the sudden death of the host body?

Otherwise, a master came to spy on it, and the timing was too coincidental.

People who come sneakily hide their whereabouts, and dare not visit the mountains in an upright and open manner. They are either traitors or thieves.

There are not many valuable items to steal from the Taoist temple on the mountain, except for the living black donkey, and fourteen or five stone grains for winter.

Even if the Taoist magic weapon is taken, it is difficult to shoot, but it will leave traces to the government and the Daolu Academy. For the thieves who dare to steal and harm the Taoist temple, the various Daolu branches have always traced them to the end, punished them severely, and never tolerated them.

After thinking about it for a long time, there were too few clues to get to the point, so Zhang Wenfeng gave up his distracting thinking. Now that he has come back to life, and he has been on guard in his heart, he is more alert at night, so he is not afraid of being framed by thieves.

The most urgent thing is to first understand what abilities and skills you have.

If you can't know the enemy, you should be a confidant first, so you can be prepared.

(End of this chapter)