Taoist chanting

Chapter 60 Dao Xiu Wuwei Bones, Donkeys Can Thunder

Returning to the refining cave, the sky was already dark and the moon had not yet risen.

Zhang Wenfeng asked the two of them to go back to the evening class. He stayed alone, checked the charcoal fire on the stove, and took out the booklet to continue flipping through the books to pass the time.

About an hour later, the second senior brother walked into the cave and took care of the fire with him.

Talking about his assessment of children in Jieqiao Village in the afternoon, he was very strict. After checking all the children sent, only three passed, rejecting a young and weak orphan who was not qualified enough to be forced into the village.

Taoist temples are not good halls, and once the opening of looseness and kindness is opened, the mountain will not be clean.

At that time, they can't afford to eat, their livelihood is unfinished, the disabled orphans, and all kinds of abandoned babies will be sent up the mountain. They have to spend time and money to send people to the city for resettlement, and even fall into infamy in the local area. .

The second senior brother took out two hundred copper coins and gave them to the village Zheng, so he could give the children a few full meals and buy thick clothes to wear.

Children must be taken over by their brothers or relatives in order to get rid of the intercession between the villagers and the villagers.

He just felt that he was a little ashamed of the ignorant and pitiful eyes that the child looked at him.

Zhang Wenfeng can understand the guilt of the second senior brother.

He used to be helpless and hopeless in his heart, so he said with relief:

"Master taught, 'Tao Xiu Wuweigu', you have done nothing wrong, what is wrong is the conscience of the child's family and relatives, there are too many sufferings and injustices in the world, you and I are limited in our ability, you can only save yourself, but not others."

Second Senior Brother nodded, "I understand this, but I feel uneasy."

This was the first time he had resisted the Master's will in his heart.

Is it really right to be wise to protect yourself and self-cultivation?
"Senior brother, you go over there and sit down and meditate on the Dao Sutra."

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't bear to see that the second senior brother couldn't get out of the bull's horn, so he ordered in an orderly tone.

The second senior brother remained silent, picked up a wheat straw futon from the top of the mountain, and placed it on the corner of the stone wall to meditate on the wall.

Zhang Wenfeng's face was flat, and he sighed silently in his heart. Xiu was both right and wrong. Of course he couldn't say such things that went against Taoism. He picked up the book again and walked slowly to pass the time.

In the cave, the mist of medicinal fragrance filled the air, and it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of water in the stove.

When he was about to have a baby, Yue Anyan came down from the mountain and replaced the second senior brother to go back to rest. The second senior brother has a lot of things to do in the daytime tomorrow.

Zhang Wenfeng explained some precautions to his senior sister. He also walked out of the cave and went up to the top of the mountain to get some air.

The moonlight is as cool as water, all over the earth.

The black donkey came silently from the shade of the tree, grinning and showing his teeth, his white teeth reflecting the moonlight, looking extremely strange.

This guy smiled strangely, and didn't speak when he got closer.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Have you learned the lightning strike technique?"

This guy wants to talk but still has a constipated facial expression, how can he not see that the donkey has learned the art of thunder!
Deliberately holding back and pretending to be deep, waiting for him to ask for praise.

Thunder magic is the most difficult to cultivate among all types of magic, and it only takes a day and a night to learn, not to mention that donkeys are very different from human meridians, and they have no fingers to perform magic tricks.

"I learned."

The donkey couldn't help laughing, "Ah uh... uh", with a cheerful expression of "I'm very good".

The old cripple sleeping in the backyard hut was awakened.

People always sleep lightly, and if they want to fall asleep, they don't know how long it will take to roll.

The old cripple was so angry that he yelled: "Donkey day, in the middle of the night, the spring barking again, rushing to tomorrow, I invite the gelding pig in the town to cut your donkey's eggs..."

The donkey quickly shut up and scolded: "The old guy of the donkey day doesn't care about the good things every day."

Zhang Wenfeng held back his laughter, went down the mountain, and said with a voice transmission: "Congratulations, I have learned another technique, and the other "Nine Heavens Hundred Tribulations of Thunder" is a self-protection technique, and I will teach you when you are proficient in falling thunder. ."

The donkey will not care about the old lame hero who is lonely and wild in its heart.

That was Mr. Enlightenment of its Jianghu dream, and he said happily: "Wow, wow, I have practiced self-protection magic, and I am no longer afraid of knife and sword stabbing." He added: "Fan pigs can't cut."

Zhang Wenfeng almost burst out laughing.

The pattern of this product was taken away by the old lame, and the resentment is quite deep.

"You also have to have deep demon power in your body." After pouring a small spoon of cold water, he asked curiously, "How powerful is your lightning strike? Let me see it later."

In other words, he has never seen lightning.

How does a donkey cast a spell, does it spray it out of its mouth?

An embarrassed look appeared in the donkey's eyes, and he said, "My demon power is not strong enough, I can only perform five thunderbolt spells, and I haven't recovered yet. The power... still needs to be improved. For the time being, it is only the thickness of the straw, thin and unrealistic, and even a wild Rabbits can't be stunned."

It didn't say that the accuracy was too bad, and the casting speed was slow, which was too embarrassing.

Five lightning strikes in a row chased after the hare's buttocks, and only one hit the target.

It was luck that he hit the front in a panic, and the hare was scorched with some fur, rolled twice, trembling and did not escape into the depths of the woods.

Zhang Wenfeng thought to himself that this guy has a grudge against the hare, and every time the hare suffers.

"That's why, cultivation is the foundation, and magic is the branches and leaves. You have to step up your cultivation, don't be slack, and after the cultivation is improved, the power of Lei Fa will be extraordinary."

Taking the opportunity to talk to the donkey, Zhang Wenfeng was satisfied and returned to the medicine refining cave in the back mountain.

Yue Anyan looked at the fire and asked softly, "What's wrong with the second senior brother? It seems that he has something on his mind."

Zhang Wenfeng told about the bad things that the second senior brother encountered in Jieqiao Village. He and senior sister had different backgrounds, and said, "Second senior brother's hidden intention is to take in that little orphan who is not qualified to cultivate. What do you think?"

Yue Anyan hid his face under the backlight, and was a little stunned. After a long while, his tone was desolate:

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to another village to recruit apprentices with the second senior brother. It will not be too difficult for him to do it. The second senior brother seems inhumane, but he is actually soft-hearted and can't see poor people."

She went to the corner of the wheatgrass futon to meditate.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the senior sister who was cross-legged and closed her eyes, and said it as if he was hard-hearted.

The two took turns lighting the fire all night, and the two didn't talk much, but time passed easily.

On the afternoon of the [-]th, the medicinal gas in the cave became more and more fragrant, and the stove was changed to a small fire to add charcoal. Zhang Wenfeng, who had rested at night, was full of energy.

I glanced at the hourglass pot, calculated that the time was almost up, and took out the red hot charcoal in the stove below with small iron tongs.

He opened his arms and hugged the hot copper stove.

The palms of his hands are attached to the semi-circular copper buttons that protrude from the furnace body. As a beginner monk, his resistance to high temperature and cold is naturally far beyond that of an acquired martial artist.

He slowly poured Yuan Qi into the two copper buttons of the stove.

Peace of mind, no distracting thoughts, no rush, no rush to urge the Yuan Qi to transform it into the energy of the medicine furnace for the final refining and baking.

This is the most critical step in refining "Qing Qi San". It is no longer the same as his master refining medicines in the past. Apart from the experience he has learned from the classics, he has no reference.

Time passed slowly, and the mind was extremely calm.

He found that through the thick dark yellow medicine refining furnace, he "saw" the chaos of high temperature and transpiration inside the medicine furnace.

The mist is surging and changing.

A familiar feeling came to his mind, a knowing smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he read the scriptures in his mouth.

He felt that this time he should be able to grasp this magical state that made him stronger, and show it even when he was awake, instead of making him feel uncomfortable like erasing his memory.

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(End of this chapter)