Taoist chanting

In the majestic hall, there are many golden pillars, brightly lit, and fragrant mist.

"Ding", today's evening class ended with the sound of the knocking bell. The temple master was not the first to get up and leave, sitting cross-legged facing the crowd, making an exception and telling a short story of "Passing the torch from generation to generation" to the disciples present who are not in high spirits. At the end, he said:
"'Leave to the fate, follow the nature, and be in the right place at the right time', we can't change the rules of this world at present, we can only obey, it's like burning out a candle, you can continue another candle, and the torch is passed on from generation to generation , there is no deadline, maybe one day, a solution can be found."

He deliberately waited until the fifth-rank Taoist priests who had gone to the Duxian Islands returned to boost everyone's spirits.

The main hall, which was full of people at the beginning, is now empty and cold. There are more than 60 fifth-level monks in the middle, and more than 200 ordinary Taoist priests who have spent more than ten years on the right. Martial arts and light-weight skills for strengthening the body, but the practice of breathing is not passed on for the time being.

After this group of monks left, the guardian Zhang Tiande would teach the Taoist priests simple methods of cultivation.

"Everyone, let's encourage each other!"

"I would like to follow the teachings of the Lord Guan, and send the Lord off respectfully!"

Everyone bowed their hands and performed the Taoist salute, Zhang Wenfeng returned the salute, got up first and walked out of the hall, Shan Zhang, Yue Anyan and others walked out one after another.

The starry sky outside is brilliant, and the sky is as high and deep as a curtain.

Zhang Wenfeng looked up at the night sky, shook his head and sighed: "There are eyes beyond the sky, the killing outside has begun."

The patrolling envoys and patrolling guards who descended from the upper world act on behalf of the heavens, and have begun to use treasure exploration to search and avoid low-level monks, demon cultivators, and spirits on a large scale, unless they are hiding in the secret realm of powerful refining, or In the special ancient ruins array, otherwise, they are very likely to be picked out and killed.

It is the destiny of the lower realm to take it from the sky and return it to the earth, reincarnation once every thousand years.

For the next half month, the closed mountain gate was calm and calm. Apart from doing their homework, most of the monks relaxed and drank tea and chatted under the shade of trees, or wandered up and down the mountain in small groups, calmly facing the upcoming test of thunder disaster.

Whether it is life or death, what is there to fear?
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In the hall of companionship, Guanzhu Zhang spread out a large piece of paper, splashed ink on it, and drew a group portrait of his four apprentices.

With the banks of the meandering stream, the Xiliu Pavilion and thousands of spring willows as the background, the four people are sitting, leaning or drinking, with different shapes and charms. Smart and elegant.

The four of them and Yun Qiuhe watched the painting around the viewer, and praised the master's painting skills in a low voice.

Zhuang Yu and Zhang Xuan'an were arguing about the ownership of this painting through sound transmission. He Kuyuyu also wanted to paint it, but Shui Qingru watched the painting quietly and didn't make a sound.

After finishing the painting, Zhang Guanzhu wrote on the upper right: "Laughing up to the sky and going out, am I from Penghao?" He signed on the lower left, put down the brush, looked around carefully, and said with a smile, "Which one of you wants this painting?"

Zhuang Yu, Zhang Xuan'an, and He Kuyu hurriedly argued, "I want it!"

Shui Qingru has already started to cover the screen with a thin layer of mana, and she uses her movements to explain what it means that action is worse than heartbeat, and said with a smile: "I am a big sister, you want to fight with me?"

"Senior Sister, you usually don't argue... Uh, if I didn't say it, you can do whatever you want."

Zhang Xuan'an was defeated by the big sister at a glance, and it was because of the indisputable people that they were not polite.

He Kuyu whispered: "Master, why don't you draw another picture for us?"

Yun Qiuhe explained with a smile: "Your master has a habit of never painting the same painting again. He doesn't like to be the same, so the painting in Qingru's hand is out of print."

Zhang Wenfeng went to the corner to scoop up water to wash his hands, "The joy of painting is exhausted, and it will not be beautiful to paint any more."

Shui Qingru took the picture scroll, and when they were about to leave, He Kuyu suddenly said in Chinese dialect: "Master, are you also from Blue Star Huaxia?"

This question has been held in her mind for many years, and she finally found the right opportunity to ask it.

Zhang Wenfeng replied in Huaxia dialect: "I can also speak some nonsense about the underworld, so why do you think so?"

Several other people stopped when they looked at the two who were communicating in strange language.

He Kuyu took a quick look at his wife, and said, "I saw my wife draw sketches with charcoal, and she said that you taught me... In this world, it seems that no one else knows how to sketch?"

"I've been to so many places, why don't I bring you, who is suffering, into this world?"

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the apprentice who wanted to find out the truth but lacked courage, smiled and threatened: "If you are suspicious again, be careful that your senior sister will drag you to Jianping Mountain to practice swords all night. Do you have any questions?"

He Kuyu shrank her neck in fright, and quickly said with a guilty conscience: "No, master, please don't tell senior sister."

She was most afraid that her senior sister would ask her to practice swordsmanship, the senior sister was too ruthless, even the thick-skinned senior brother Xuan'an was unwilling to practice swordsmanship with her senior sister, every time it was like going to the execution ground.

After so many years of getting along, she is not so afraid of the master who is highly cultivated and easy-going, but she is afraid of the elder sister like a tiger.

From the bottom of my heart, I still think that Master may, perhaps also be a fellow from Lan Xing.

A few days later, the ethereal voice sounded again in the sky: "All the cultivators and demon cultivators who have crossed the tribulation, including the leftover cultivators and demon cultivators hidden in the secret realm, go to the sea area where Dengtianxian Road is located. At noon three days later, we will officially cross the Xiaolei Tribulation." Examination, don't wait for the time!"

From the main hall of Xianlingguan, the bell calling for all the disciples came, and the melodious sound was full of vicissitudes.

Everyone gathered on the stone flat on the top of the mountain, waiting for the master who went to the secret place to return.

About two quarters of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng, old man Fushan, Tao Niangzi, and Mang Gong descended to the top of the mountain, and asked everyone to wait a while longer. Zhang Wenfeng waved to the guard Zhang Tiande beside him, and said, "Go to Mingdeng Hall."

The two walked into the brightly lit room and walked along the small grids. Zhang Wenfeng extinguished the flames that were solidified like gems one by one. At this time, turn off the lights.

The shadows of the two dragged on the ground, gradually stretching very long.

The hall became dark, and there was only a single lamp left behind.

"God, thank you for your hard work, you have to stick to it for 500 years."

"Disciple, don't suffer!"

Zhang Tiande looked resolute and let the temple master go out first, he finally closed the wooden door, isolating the former brilliance of the lamp wall.

Leading more than 200 ordinary Taoist priests, Zhang Tiande bowed his hands, bowed deeply to the ground, and paid homage to the people who flew into the air one after another and flew to the north. Zhang Tiande suppressed the reluctance in his eyes and whispered: "Ring the bell!" , chant scriptures, and pray for my classmates to see them off!"

The bell rang for a long time, the sun was shining brightly, and nine rang farewell.

The reverberation of the majestic scriptures drifted into the distance with the wind.

Standing alone on the top of the rock, Zhang Tiande looks to the north, and for the sake of passing on the torch that the viewer said, he will continue to live forever. He will take on the task of 500 years, no matter what the wind and rain.

People have gone, the building is empty.

The sound of scriptures lasts for a long time, echoing in the mountain wind.

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