Taoist chanting

chapter 696
Putting down the teacup slowly, Zhang Wenfeng didn't look at Qian Jing who lowered his head with a tangled and shy expression, thought for a while, and said, "I'll tell you a story, let me tell you first, don't cry."

Curiously, Qian Jing raised her head and glanced at the temple master outside the window, and said in a low voice, "No way, tell me."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Wenfeng got up and walked to the desk, laid out a large drawing paper, and took out the charcoal sticks of willow branches that had not been used for a long time, his voice seemed a little hollow.

"This is a story with joy and sorrow. I was very young at that time. As long as I can remember, my parents are always busy with work, and the second brother is also like this. I am busy in the fields just to have a drink. Thick, the eldest brother has already married a wife and lived alone. The thin and thin third sister with a shofar braid has a pair of big eyes. She took care of me since she was a child. Let me first..."

He used his supernatural powers to keep himself out of the matter, and his voice didn't fluctuate, talking about bits and pieces of his childhood.

Use charcoal sticks to outline the memories that have long been blurred. All the pictures seem to be diluted by the years, and the paintings are blurred and specious. Except, the thin figure with pigtails.

Only those braids are the beautiful scenery that he can't erase from his memory.

Speaking of the third sister who married far away when she was 15 years old, she dragged him to cry very sadly, and he chased for several miles crying and shouting.

There was very little news from the third sister, and then it was completely cut off.

Those years were not easy to survive.

Until I met a little girl selling flowers in Moon Crow Lake, the picture also freezes on the head of the little girl who was wronged and did not dare to cry out, pursing her mouth and wrinkling her nose.

There seemed to be cheerful voices echoing in my ears.

"Brother, brother!"

Zhang Wenfeng raised his head in a daze and was speechless, expressing the inexplicable relief in his heart, as if the invisible shackles had been removed.

Qian Jing had already heard tears streaming down her face. It was indeed a sad story. She believed from the bottom of her heart that what the master told was true. The way the master occasionally looked at her before revealed a trace of intimacy that made her unable to figure it out, which made her distressed. , and made her misunderstand for many years, and now she suddenly understands.

If it wasn't for her practice, she would definitely not be able to accept such absurd and mysterious things.

After receiving the handkerchief handed over by the temple master, Qian Jing didn't wipe it off, showing a tear-stained smiling face, raised her head and said, "I want to go and see the place where she lived last, her cemetery."

Zhang Guanzhu nodded, walked out the door, and smiled at the two boys guarding the big tree far away.

Hu Qiang'er and Leng Xiang looked at Qian Jing who seemed to have been crying, and followed the viewer closely into the air, heading south. The two looked at each other, and Hu Qiang'er muttered: "Isn't the master bullying Qian Jing?" ? Why is she crying?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't see Qian Jing walking out the door with a smile, so the master wouldn't bully others."

"Uh, no, why is Qian Jing crying? There are still tears on her face."

"Why don't you ask the master?"

"Are you going to ask?"

"You go!"

The two little guys quarreled.

In the autumn of Qianyanshan Village, the ground is paved with yellow leaves, showing a bit of bleakness and desolation.

The two young male and female Taoist priests, who were neatly dressed and looked very handsome, landed on the gravel road in the village from the air, attracting many ignorant children to watch, and then they were driven home by the stiff eyes of adults who laughed and bowed down.

In remote mountain villages, it is rare to see a flying fairy.

The children in the village have also been sent to the town many times to participate in the assessment of apprentices at the gate of the fairy mountain. Over the past 30 years, several of them entered different Taoist temples to practice, but they all studied for three years and returned. too much.

Be in awe of the gods and not offend them by commenting.

Zhang Wenfeng took Qian Jing into the dilapidated yard with overgrown weeds and half of the stone wall collapsed, and told her in a low voice that when he was in front of the firewood gate, he used his toe to draw a broken mark that destroyed the luck of wealth. The shallow past.

Qian Jing just listened, and then followed the priest to the back mountain, and found a small grave surrounded by stones.

Zhang Wenfeng knelt down to pull out the weeds and bushes on the grave, and said, "It was the tour guide who led the way back then who took my reward and asked the villagers to rebuild it, otherwise this grave would have ceased to exist."

That family was already dead, and the two of them just came to have a look.

After staying silent for a while, Zhang Wenfeng signaled Qian Jing to wait for a while, then he turned and walked towards the entrance of the village, where two well-dressed villagers were waiting at the intersection.

"Shang Mingyi pays homage to the Taoist chief, what orders does the chief have?"

"Get up, there's nothing to do, come and have a look, you are busy, we should go too."

Zhang Wenfeng sent two villagers who had practiced in other Taoist temples to fly into the air with Qian Jing, and soon disappeared.

After a while, the two went back and forth, circled the solitary tomb where the weeds had been pulled out to expose the soil, and one of them said: "It seems that the rumors I heard when I was a child, that Shang Baoxi's daughter-in-law has fairy relatives are true. , that family is really..."

"Hush! Be careful what comes out of your mouth."

"Let's do our best, this grave should be repaired."

"It should be fixed!"

Returning to the Zongmen, Zhang Wenfeng stood still by the stream at the foot of the mountain. Zhang Wenfeng looked at Qian Jing who had been silent all the way, and said with a smile: "You are you, she is her. How about practicing at the mountain gate?"

Qian Jing tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I want that scroll."

"The painting is messy... OK, if you like it, you can get it yourself. I haven't been back to the mountain for many years, so I walked around."

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the recovered woman and ran towards the mountain road with a smile. He was also in an inexplicably good mood. One life will be one life. It is not a bad thing to deal with it like this. He waved to the treetops, and two boys flew to him, one left and one right.

"Let's go to patrol the mountains with the master."

"Okay, sir, please!"

The two boys followed each other all the way with great vigor, and the disciples they met saluted and greeted.

Three days later, Tu Kun, who had received the letter, came back from afar. Lu Zijin also came back with a simple and simple big mountain badger, and Xiao Nier followed Yang Shuilan. The disciples who went out, except those who had gone out of the world, And those who have to guard the shop, most of them rushed back to greet the master, say a few words, and stay for three or two days before returning.

Fairy Temple has not been so lively for many years.

There are fourth-rank monks coming to visit one after another, the house is full of guests, and the scene of incense is flourishing.

Half a month later, Zhike's disciples handed over the greeting card.

Seeing the two names "Wu Ganping and Fu Gujing" written on the post, Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly got up and rushed to the new hall to meet the two old friends who came to visit. He warmly invited them to the west hall of the old Taoist temple to drink tea and talk about the past.

However, the difference in status and status has not been seen for more than 30 years, and the two of them can't get along with him back to the past.

His speech and demeanor are more or less reserved, polite and flattering, and he does not seem to be in high spirits before.

Unlike He Guangjun and Chen Qingqiao before they made their fortunes.

How could those two be able to deal with him calmly?

After chatting for more than an hour, before seeing off the two old friends who got up to say goodbye, Zhang Wenfeng took out two jade boxes and said casually: "It's not any valuables, it just happens to be the third-grade Youhua detoxification pill that you can use, maybe If it can help the cultivation of the two brothers, please don't refuse!"

Fu Gujing took the jade box with both hands. It is not a secret in the Eastern Continent that Xianling Temple produces Youhua Elixir Pill, which can dissolve erysipelas. The outside world has never heard of anyone.

My heart is full of emotions, I am used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people in the past few years, especially when I failed to hit the free environment for the first time, I felt too much cynicism and listened to too many gossips in those years.

He and Lao Wu should have come to visit a long time ago, for no other reason, Zhang Guanzhu still treats his friends with sincerity.

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(End of this chapter)