Taoist chanting

As the end of the year approaches, the sky is gloomy and the north wind is blowing, and the trees are whistling.

Walking out of the hot alchemy stone room, the cold wind swayed the hem of the Taoist robe, Yan Jing frowned slightly with a touch of indifferent thought, she planned to go to the medicine garden three miles away to relieve the exhaustion of too much thinking, looked up and saw the priest ascending the stairs , hurried forward two steps to salute and welcome.

Zhang Wenfeng has been back for several days. Apart from the normal practice and homework with holding the sword, he walks around and talks with people at other times. Today, he specially went to the Dan Medical Hall and said with a smile: "Get up. I will give you the medicine before." How is the refinement of ghost-head mushrooms?"

Yan Jing stretched out her hand to invite, and led the temple master to the stone castle hall on the other side. The alchemy room was not tidied up, and she said: "My disciple is stupid, and he used ghost-head mushrooms as the main ingredient, and started a fire to refine a furnace of second-order You Huaqi. For poison pills, I only have two finished pills, I went to Jade Dragon Monastery a few days ago to discuss the compatibility of pill recipes with Master Yin who taught me before, thinking that I will refine the second batch after I am sure."

Rare things are precious, so the temple owner gave her two ghost-headed mushrooms, and she had to refine them well to be worthy of the audience's trust.

Walking into the hall, several other monks from the alchemy hall came to salute and say hello, prepared spiritual fruits and cooked tea for the guests.

Zhang Wenfeng greeted several people, motioned Yan Jing to sit down, and said with a smile: "The main medicine is limited, and it can't be released when it is refined. It's difficult for you." He took out two wooden boxes and pushed them to the person on the opposite side of the case. woman.

Yan Jing was a little puzzled and opened a brown wooden box, which was full of dried ghost-head mushrooms. Based on her experience of studying the medicinal properties of ghost-head mushrooms for many days, she could see the medicinal properties of ghost-head mushrooms at a glance. Full-bodied, it can be called the best.

"The ghost-head mushroom and ghost grass that I just got are quite a lot. I'll get you fifty or sixty samples first, and let's refine it. Alchemy is very expensive. If you need to go to the mountain chief later, the rest are stored in the warehouse. .”

Zhang Wenfeng said it lightly, and he didn't expect that Bai Wuchang collected two big bags of medicine for him, which looked like worthless things.

Yan Jing stood up all of a sudden, with a look of excitement on her usually indifferent face. With so many ghost-headed mushrooms to practice, she believed that she could refine the third-level Youhua Cowardly Pill, and she could maintain the success rate of about five pills. , The viewer is right, alchemists are all made of spiritual medicinal materials.

A few other people rushed over and opened another wooden box to look at it.

The ghost grass is even rarer in the world than the ghost-head mushroom. It can be used as the main medicine to refine it into a elixir for improving the soul.

Yan Jing scolded: "Everyone has no rules, don't mess with the medicinal materials on the table. Where is the tea for the priest? Waited for a long time, but the spiritual fruit has not been served yet, Shi Dongyun, what about you, do something to grind Slow down, let the viewer see the jokes of our alchemy hall?"

The charming woman named Shi Dongyun was the best of the second batch of disciples, she was lively and said with a smile: "My lord, please wait a moment, Senior Sister Yan, don't you want to monopolize so many good medicinal materials, let's all score some points. 99
Yan Jing stared, and said: "Don't think that there are two types of medicinal materials that are not rare. Each of you can have up to three types. You have to wait for you to study alchemy skills further, and I will allow you to refine them. Anyone who can advance to the free state, You can let go of your alchemy."...

Shi Dongyun made a strange face, and sighed: "I don't know when I will be able to advance to the free state, hey, it's so difficult!" Seeing that Senior Sister Yan raised her brows, she was about to be scolded again, so she hurriedly shouted: "The tea is almost ready, The spirit fruit will come soon."

Slip down to prepare spiritual fruit, snacks and the like.

Zhang Wenfeng watched Yan Jing separate the medicinal materials into a stack of individual small wooden boxes, meticulously draw the banning talisman, and call other monks to move the wooden boxes to the Danfang warehouse, register them in the book, and do things in an orderly manner, he nodded secretly.

After staying in the Dan Medical Hall for half an hour, after understanding the situation, he finished his conversation and got up to go out.

Yan Jing led a group of monks to send the temple master away, and walked towards the alchemy room full of energy.

Zhang Wenfeng came out of the Danyi Hall, walked along the stream to another small hill, and when he reached the top of the mountain, a student from the Zhike Hall immediately stepped forward to salute.

"Is Deacon Fan there?"

"In the hall, Master, please wait a moment, the deacon will come out to greet you immediately."

The disciple replied politely.

Fan Chongfeng, who received the letter in Zhike Hall, took several people with him
Going out in a hurry, invite the temple master who came to visit suddenly into the lobby to sit down.

Compared with the rigor and relaxation of the Danyitang, the Zhiketang has more rules, no one is loud, and the reception is skillful and silent. All kinds of snacks are brought up in a short while, and the spiritual tea is placed on the table beside the temple owner.

It was the head of the mountain who discovered that Fan Chongfeng was a man with exquisite faces, and he appreciated how he treated people and things. After discussing with Fan Chongfeng, who is currently in the know, Fan Chongfeng was appointed as the deacon of Zhiketang.

Fan Chongfeng, who has been in the field for many times to pull up a group of subordinates who have lived through life and death for many years, does some welcoming and sending tasks, and he is very familiar with it.

Otherwise, he would be able to recover his previous cultivation in less than three years.

However, it will cause great obstacles to his advancement to the free state within ten years. How dare he take it lightly, put on a fake face, deal with all kinds of people in Zhiketang, and experience his state of mind. After half a year, he noticed the benefits of it.

Peace of mind, peace of mind, peace of mind.

Guanzhu Zhang chatted with Fan Chongfeng, who had changed a lot, for a long time, and encouraged him to keep going, not to be in a hurry, and when the karmic energy on his body was completely wiped away, it would be time for him to practice in peace of mind.

It was almost noon, walked out of Zhike hall, and waved to tell Fan Chongfeng not to send him away.

Zhang Guanzhu walked west along the stream, and he liked to hear about the various changes in the sect. There was the head of the sect who oversaw all the affairs of the sect, Zhao Zhuer personally took over the Qingzheng other courtyard, the first batch of disciples were in charge of each hall, Zhang Xuandong, Zhuang Mi, etc. The disciples have been accumulating money abroad all year round, such as Shui Qingru and Chen Zhongyuan going overseas, etc., working together, why not worry about the prosperity of the sect?
Take a look at the sky, it should snow tomorrow.

There was a sound of quarreling in the woods around the bend in the distance.

"Don't call me Gouwa, except for the master, no one is allowed to call me Gouwa. If you play with me, you must call me 'Zhang Xuan'an', the name registered by the head of the mountain."

"Why did you change your name again? Does the master know? You are robbing the master again, and you are in a hurry."

Hu Qiang'er was very dissatisfied with the act of robbing the master with him.

If he couldn't find someone to play with, the apprentices would have had their annual vacation long ago, and he didn't even want to play with this new kid who didn't know the rules.

Gouwa proudly said: "The head of the mountain told me that the next generation of Wenzi is 'Xuan', and the word 'Xuan'an,' sounds nice, of course I have to change it. Hu Qiang'er, you are too domineering." Now, the temple master is not your master alone. I will tell you that I will not lose a piece of meat. I am much better at it. Can you dig loaches in winter? You can catch birds with wooden chopsticks ?"

"Who cares, I can catch a bird from a tree with my bare hands."

"If you don't use your fairy magic, catch a sparrow with chopsticks and show me, I will admire you."

Listening to the quarrel between the two little guys, Zhang Wenfeng smiled and walked in the other direction, not to disturb their play, a dog who is a kid, can get involved with anyone, this is a kind of survival honed by the bottom of society ability.

He suddenly looked up to the west.

Two black dots flew here at a very fast speed. They were Le Zi and Yang Shuilan. They arrived two days ago to accompany the old man to celebrate the New Year.

Just wait for Uncle Lame's nagging, people talk a lot, huh.

Lu Zijin and Xiao Ni'er are coming home soon.
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