Taoist chanting

Chapter 77 The person who cultivates the Tao, blames and asks for everything
Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey followed the blood trail. Under the moonlight, they searched for about three or four miles and came to a low earth mountain.

Based on the topographic map I had seen in my memory, I guessed that this place was Tuji Ridge.

Originally, I was thinking of waiting until dawn to run, and Xun Yixun made an abnormal noise, which frightened the villagers at the foot of the mountain to move. The Water Monkey fought to the death and let him solve the case in advance without any effort.

Following the intermittent blood trail, I climbed to the top of the mountain, and in front of me was a hole covered by long weeds, which was very inconspicuous.

There are many caves like this, which are many up and down hills, and are the hiding places of some small beasts.

If it weren't for a little blood on the grass, it would be hard to imagine that a monster would be mixed in with ordinary beasts.

He gave the donkey a look, the donkey retreated to the side, preparing for the magic in his mouth, Zhang Wenfeng slowly cut the grass with the sword in his hand, pinched the two fingers of his left hand slightly, and could release the green wood thorn spell at any time to prevent the injured monsters from jumping out. attack.

As the weeds were cleared, I saw a black-brown beast with stripes on its head lying on the dark side of the cave, staring out of the cave, motionless, the ground beneath him was soaked with dark bloodstains, and the breath was full of none.

"Dead ball!"

Donkey looked at it and grinned: "Just say it, it's not worth it to lose your life for a fruit. The pattern is small, small!" Shaking his head criticized the monster in the cave, highlighting its elegant pattern.

Zhang Wenfeng tilted his head and gave this guy a look of contempt.

I don't know who it is, I ate my own share, and I was anxious to go to the foot of the mountain to grab another one.

If he hadn't stopped him, he would have been out of his mind long ago.

Does it hurt to say such cheap words now?

He recognized that inside the cave was a mountain badger who had cultivated into a monster. People died for money and birds for food, and it has been the same since ancient times.

The tip of the sword stabbed the demon badger's dilated pupils and tried it to make sure that the demon badger was dead, not pretending to be dead. He was about to use the sword to pull the demon badger out, without damaging the demon badger's skin, and then check to see if there was any more in the cave. other monsters.

Then I saw a furry little guy with black and brown stripes rolling out from the side, with the black flesh in his mouth, dripping with juice, and his eyes still closed, and fell into the grass at the entrance of the cave. It was a young badger cub the size of a palm.

"My fruit!"

The donkey was in a hurry, threw away the pattern probe and went forward, biting out the young badger and placing it on the slope.

Zhang Wenfeng was silent, this dead demon badger was trying to grab a fruit for the cub. It had just given birth, and its strength was greatly damaged, and the water monkey was not strong enough to go ashore.

Seeing the donkey licking the mouth of the demon badger cub with its tongue, he smiled and ignored this funny donkey.

Using the sword to fiddle with the demon badger, the inside of the cave is not small. After scanning through the spiritual eye technique, some withered grass and bird feathers are scattered and broken. No other cubs and adult mountain badgers are found. If so, pull it out with a sword.

I slapped the unpromising donkey, it was really shameless, and grabbed the pulp left by the mouth of a little bit.

"They left you half a fruit, do you want it?"

"To... oops."

The donkey didn't dislike half the fruit with dirt and grass clippings, and the saliva of the young badger directly sighed and muttered: "Delicious! It's a good run!"

The hair on the young badger's head was wet from licking, and the little guy climbed up a tree while holding the donkey's forelegs and hooves.

The donkey squinted his eyes and enjoyed the sweetness of the fruit, although the little badger was actually looking for Naitou under it.

This half fruit is chewed slowly, full of spiritual energy, long-lasting fragrance, and endless aftertaste.

It absorbs the aura of the fruit while chewing, turning it into its own demon power.

Zhang Wenfeng stuffed the dead demon badger into the water monkey bag, without disturbing the donkey's absorption.

He glanced at the demon badger cub who fell down and got up again, perseveringly climbing on the donkey's legs, this gadget must be taken away, he was thinking, maybe the cub could turn into a monster after eating half a succulent fruit?

It is not impossible to keep a monster privately, you must first recognize the owner, and then register at the Daolu Branch.

The owner of the monster is responsible for causing trouble. He doesn't want to register the donkey at the moment. Anyway, the donkey's demonic energy is not obvious, as long as he does not release Leifa in front of outsiders.

In the bottom of my heart, I still have a trump card for myself, which is a lack of security.

When the donkey is exposed, it will not be too late for him to take the donkey to register.

After waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, the donkey absorbed the spirit energy of the drunken fruit accumulated in the body, hiccups before he could, and grinned: "Relax! I feel that if I eat another fruit, I will be able to advance."

"Just dream."

Zhang Wenfeng broke the delusion of the donkey with a word, and the treasure of heaven and earth can be eaten as Chinese cabbage?
"How to deal with this little thing?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked deliberately.

"The ball will die if you put it in the wild. Can I take it back and use it as a small toy?"

The donkey ate the half of the fruit left in the other's mouth with a soft mouth, and also liked the cub of the demon badger who kept climbing its legs. One bite decided the future fate of the cub.

"Come, keep it."

Zhang Wenfeng freed up a cloth bag, squeezed the back of the young badger's neck and put it in, and hung it on the donkey's saddle.

One person and one donkey returned to Xihe Mountain again, and there was still silence everywhere, but there would not be that kind of depressed and gloomy feeling.

Zhang Wenfeng bent down to pick up the fallen petals, and packed them in a cloth bag.

The donkey asked curiously, "This thing seems poisonous, can you eat it?"

"After concocting it, it can be used as a medicinal material. Pick up some by the way, and it will be wasted when the sun comes out."

Zhang Wenfeng adhered to the way of walking and passing by without missing a beat. He was busy for half an hour, roughly sweeping the hillside, packed almost a cloth bag, and hung it on the donkey's back, anyway, he didn't need to carry it.

The petals are placed on the back of the donkey in a cloth bag, and they are heated and dried slowly. It is estimated that by the time of dawn, only half of the bag will be left.

The donkey has a good nose, and following the breath of the black zombie, he found a dark cave on the top of the mountain.

Inside and outside the cave, there are many dilapidated tomb bags. There are assorted skeletons and bones among the thorns and withered grass. Several of the tomb bags reveal decayed coffins, and there are several mottled old black coffins half-opened.

Ordinary people see such a gloomy posture, and they also put out their hearts to visit the secluded and visit the victory.

Where would you look for bad luck?
Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey who got rid of the fear of shadows, they even accepted ghosts, so they wouldn't care about it.

The Guanzhu used his sword to cut through the thorns blocking the way, and went into the cave to search for it.

The donkey sniffed all the way, gestured with his mouth, and said, "This stone coffin is the hiding place of the old ghost."

It smelled a very disgusting black zombie smell, and sometimes its nose was too smart, and it was asking for trouble.

Zhang Wenfeng pushed open the black sarcophagus lid, which was not tightly closed. Except for the smell and some black hair, it was empty.

After a while, the donkey grinned and said, "The fruit is hidden here."

Kicking open a broken porcelain bowl covered with a hoof, revealing a dark fruit wrapped in a white cloth, the old ghost ate the drunken fruit in a hurry before it had time.

Zhang Wenfeng went up to pick up the fruit, threw away the old white cloth, put it in a wooden box, and said with a smile: "You have a good nose, let's look for other treasures? Otherwise, if others go up the mountain tomorrow, we won't have any of them. portion."

If you can find the lost book, it will be an unexpected joy. It is estimated that after so many years, in such a harsh environment, the book that was taken away by the old ghost has little chance of surviving.

He patted the donkey's face with a little sadness in his eyes, and said with a smile, "You are not greedy enough to swallow an elephant, do you know what it means?"

"I know, I know, how can I be greedy? Just smell the fruit."

The donkey smirked and backed away.

The Guanzhu once told it that one must know how to properly control the greed in the heart as a human being and a demon, otherwise, one day it will be harmed by the inflated greed.

He told a bunch of big truths and gave countless small examples, and it made his brain hurt when he heard it.

The cave on the top of the mountain has three entrances and exits, and the entrance of the cave is blocked by stacked tombs, which seems to form some kind of battle.

Lighting ordinary candles, searching back and forth in the cave for more than half an hour, and finding some dilapidated pieces of paper, Zhang Wenfeng arranged and combined them for a long time.

Then he laughed and shook his head. Why did he bother with the books and books that the three generations of watchers had taken away?
The tide of spiritual energy is rising, and opportunities are emerging one after another. There are countless exercises and books that can be obtained in the future. Furthermore, the inheritance left by Master Xuanmu is complete, and there is no shortage of basic books.

He walked forward steadily, without caring about what he had lost.

Before, I also taught the donkey not to be too greedy. It was his turn, and he almost couldn't see it under the dark light.

A cultivator, it is absolutely unnecessary to ask for blame.

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　Thanks to "Taihuan" and "Car Cloth Pinkong 2t" for the reward!

　　
　
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