Taoist chanting

Zhang Wenfeng took Fu Gujing, who smelled faintly of corpse, out of the backyard, which covered a lot of space, poured a few scoops of water from the kitchen water tank, put it in an old wooden basin alone, put it on the stone table outside the kitchen, and asked road:

"Fu Daoyou, all the monks in the Daolu branch should learn to perform autopsy work?"

"It's good to know more about the case."

Fu Gujing gently placed the evidence package on a clean slate, took a piece of saponin that Zhang Wenfeng reached out to pick from the saponin tree on the side, wet it with water, and smashed it in his hands.

Rubbing out bubbles full of hands, washing hands carefully, glancing in the direction of the backyard with a probe, he explained in a low voice:

"Let her be exposed to these dirty jobs in advance, and when she really fights with thieves, monsters, and evil spirits in the future, she will not be affected by more disgusting things. As a law enforcement cultivator in the Daolu Branch, she may encounter danger at any time, and she must adapt as soon as possible. , to throw away some of the concepts you had when you were on the mountain in the past, you must be careful and discerning, and you can complete the experience alive."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded and smiled: "She has done a good job, at least she didn't spit it out."

It was the first time that Yun Qiuhe came into contact with such a disgusting thing, and Yun Qiuhe really did well.

Fu Gujing washed her hands and wiped them dry on the hem of her robe.

Looking at Zhang Guanzhu, who always seemed very quiet and young, he had seen Zhang Wenfeng's dossier and some information on Xianlingguan in the branch, and asked, "Daoyou Zhang, is this the first time you killed a thief?"

He was very surprised that the other party killed a thief for the first time, and he did it so much that he couldn't help but wonder.

If you are born cold-blooded and regard human life as an ant, this kind of person is quite dangerous.

He must ask clear, cold-blooded or bloodthirsty people, and can't be friends to become companions on missions in the future.

"It is indeed the first time. I went out with my senior brothers to do rituals before, and I have seen many dead people. Since the thieves are evil and want my life, I will save them and not let them do harm to the world. It is also a merit. item.”

Zhang Wenfeng briefly explained a few words, and then said solemnly: "To eliminate evil is to promote goodness, and blessings are immeasurable!"

Fu Gujing understood.

This man has seen many dead people, and has a firm mind, and upholds the mentality of eliminating evil and promoting goodness, so he will not feel any discomfort in killing thieves. He is a little envious, and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, your temperament is suitable for being a law enforcement guard in the Daolu Branch, should you consider one or two? Our Daolu Branch's various cultivation resources and rewards are much richer than those of the scattered people."

The scattered people can assist the Daolu Branch to do things or not.

Of course, in most cases, the scattered people will not refuse Daolu Branch's request for assistance.

Living in the rolling red dust, how can there be so many pure worlds?

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Daoyou Fu. I can't let go of the current situation of Xianlingguan. I'll talk about it later."

He didn't say anything to death, mainly because he was not familiar with the situation, so he couldn't rashly agree. He changed the topic and said, "I know a little about painting skills. If I don't waste time, I can paint a portrait of a female thief. It doesn't matter much."

He graduated from the Yuzhou Academy of Fine Arts in his previous life. He was nurtured by the old man since he was a child. He loved painting and calligraphy, and majored in Chinese painting.

After graduation, because the Chinese painting major was not easy to find a job, he switched to an illustrator.

His sketching skills are solid, and a mere portrait is not easy to capture.

"Daoyou Zhang understands portraits? That's great, please show Zhang Daoyou a stunt of Danqing to solve the urgent need. That... let's watch from the side, okay?"

Wearing a hat, Yun Qiuhe walked out of the courtyard, heard Zhang Wenfeng's self-recommendation, and immediately answered.

The other party is not a frivolous person. Since he can say this, he is obviously very sure.

She took the opportunity to make a non-point request, wanting to observe and learn one or two.

In each hand she carried a large dark yellow tarpaulin bag.

This kind of bag is specially made by the Daolu Institute. It is small when folded, and can hold a lot of items when opened. It is woven with ice silk. It is very strong and tight, and is impervious to water.

The setting sun is like blood, and the twilight is coming.

The chirping of homing birds in the woods added a bit of vitality to the ancient Taoist temple.

Fu Gujing smiled and said, "Just like Zhang Daoyou's old-fashioned passion, Fu must bring drinks next time, and have a lively drink with Zhang Daoyou, please!"

"Don't be polite, you two, there is nothing you can't watch, let's go to the West Hall, please!"

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't understand what Fu Gujing meant to help his junior sister. He didn't mind. His sketching skills couldn't be easily learned by looking at them.

"Wait, I'll clean my hands first. It's really dirty. It's indecent to go to Taoist temples like this, and it's dirty and clear."

Yun Qiuhe put down the tarpaulin bag, and Senior Brother Fu washed the remaining dirty water. She couldn't handle it. Of course, she had to use clean water to clean her hands?

She touched the white zombie, and she was so disgusted that she wanted to rub off a layer of skin with sand and stones.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and poured out the dirty water in the basin, took it into the kitchen, rinsed it clean, and poured out a basin of clean water. After Yun Qiuhe crushed the soap horns and washed his hands repeatedly, he changed two basins of water. After washing, the three of them together Come to the west hall.

Spread a sheet of three-foot rice paper on the desk, fold it in half, and cut it with a knife, then fold it and cut a strip, roughly the size of a quarter.

Zhang Wenfeng pressed the two jade paperweights left by the master on both sides of the top, and asked Yun Qiuhe for the thrush.

He tried the ink color on a small piece of rice paper, and the stone was like a charcoal strip, slightly stiff.

With a small knife, the end of the Daishi circle was cut into a square with clear edges and corners. Then, under the confused gaze of the two of them, they pinched the Daishi as a pen with three fingers, and scratched on the thick rice paper. , whether it is rice paper or the carved pine and smoke ink on ancient inkstones that Master uses, they are all good things that are expensive.

With just a few strokes, the female thief's long hair and face were outlined, followed by the facial features.

He used the pen like a knife, and every stroke was extremely precise.

There are no erasers and other tools at hand, and of course, no matter how good the rice paper is, it is not allowed to change and wipe. This is not sketch paper, nor does it use soft pencil or soft charcoal, but ore without much processing.

Yun Qiuhe's eyes were splendid when he saw it, his heart moved, and his right hand imitated gestures.

It turns out that thrush can also be used for painting, but seeing that it is so flexible and easy to use in Zhang Daoyou's hands, she is secretly delighted, thinking that this time she has learned a trick, and it is not difficult to draw people, as long as the method is right.

Seeing the image of the female thief appear vividly on the paper, as if she came to life, her appearance is actually very beautiful.

Especially the pair of phoenix eyes that no longer stare scarily, there is a hint of surprise in the fog.

Too beautiful!

It was two different things from the dull and unremarkable thin portraits she had ever seen painted by famous Danqing artists.

Look at people, they use a stone to draw the dead to life.

Whether it's the change in the shade of ink or the verve of the demeanor, it feels very similar to the eye.

It's amazing!

Chapter 19 Follow the map to find the whereabouts of the thief

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng finished painting the details with the tapered end of the stone and stopped.

He is also satisfied with this portrait sketch.

Although he and the female assassin only exchanged one move, they were not far away in the darkness. With his spiritual eye technique, he could clearly see the pair of eyes exposed by the female thief's veil, and captured the real shape of the female assassin's eyes.

Holding the portrait, Fu Gujing was full of praise: "Zhang Daoyou is amazing! It's so similar! It's much better than those painters, and it's fast. With this portrait, anyone who has seen the female thief can recognize it at a glance. ,I admire you!"

Zhang Wenfeng said a few words humbly, and returned the remaining Thrushcross Daisy to Yun Qiuhe.

Painting with charcoal is more flavorful, but it is difficult to preserve. The next time he goes to the city, he will buy a few Daishi for later use.

Yun Qiuhe can't wait to draw a picture of Daishi right now, she restrains the strong urge to draw, after all, it's not good to steal a teacher in front of others, so she leans over to have a closer look.

She remembers every stroke clearly, which is really beautiful.

After a while, Fu Gujing finished writing the dossier, and Yun Qiuhe volunteered to make a trip to send the portraits, evidence, corpse, autopsy dossier and other objects back to the Daolu Branch, so that Dean Wu could search for clues overnight.

She believed that with the evidence at hand, the case that had no clue at all had dawned like a cocoon.

The in-depth participation made her excited, especially when she learned a novel painting technique, and she just tried it when she went back at night.

Fu Gujing agrees, he wants to stay at the fairy temple, to prevent the thieves from jumping over the wall and attacking at night. After explaining it, watching Yun Qiuhe lift a ball in each hand, and walk the east forest down the mountain like the wind, nodding his head slightly, Yun Junior sister is sensible.

Seeing that night was approaching, Zhang Wenfeng asked the second senior brother to pick vegetables in the vegetable field to help the cook. He washed rice and cooked rice, cut a large piece of bacon, and was busy in the kitchen. After about half an hour, he cooked a table of three dishes and cooked them for dinner A hula soup.

Fu Gujing tasted the food in the mountains, but unexpectedly it tasted surprisingly delicious.

I'm not polite, I ate a full stomach.

After dinner, Zhang Wenfeng and Zhang Wenfeng wandered outside in the dark to digest food. It was a pity that he didn't bring wine up the mountain. Taoist monks couldn't help drinking.

"Zhang Daoyou, how about joining our Daolu branch again?"

Talents are rare, with a firm heart, good at portraits, and rare talents who can cook. Fu Gujing tried her best to poach the Daolu branch, which would be of great help in solving cases in the field in the future.

He saw that fellow Daoist Zhang in front of him was living in a dilapidated Taoist temple. benefit.

He didn't have too many exaggerated words to make the other party think about it.

After Zhang Wenfeng got to know some of the situation, he asked a few more details. His kindness was undeniable, and he agreed to become a law enforcement guard of guest ministers. It would be a good thing to give himself a little free time, and it would be good to have an extra layer of official status.

Of course, Fu Gujing has to go back to the city to discuss with Wu Ganping whether it will be successful or not. It seems that Fu Gujing's attitude is not a problem.

After chatting and waiting for the second senior brother to tidy up the kitchen, the three of them washed their hands and adjusted their clothes before going to the main hall for evening class.

The ancient view of green lanterns, fragrant mist lingers.

The chanting of scriptures blends into the night, making people feel peaceful and peaceful.

That night, Zhang Wenfeng arranged for the guests to stay in a thatched hut, but the second brother insisted on keeping watch at the main hall, so he let him go.

In the dead of night, the mountains and plains are silent, and the black donkey with a full stomach knows how to play and doesn't make noise.

Zhang Wenfeng copied two booklets in the West Hall, and returned to the hut to rest very late.

The night was safe and sound until dawn.

Get up at three o'clock in the morning, wash your face and hands, tidy up, and say hello to Fu Gujing who is slowly practicing boxing on the court. The two climbed up the steps and walked into the main hall. Wipe the floor with a wrung towel, and all other work is done.

Zhang Wenfeng took the lead in the middle, offered incense respectfully, and then began to chant sutras in the morning class.

Although there were only three people, the atmosphere in the main hall was solemn and solemn. Wisps of fragrant mist swayed with the cold morning wind blowing in, and their shapes changed in many ways, just like miracles, elusive and elusive.

After the simple breakfast, Zhang Wenfeng told the second senior brother that he had nothing to do during the day, let him go home first, and take care of the mundane affairs that he had to explain, and return to the Taoist temple for dinner when the sun goes down, and ask him to continue to be on duty.

Hearing that he was still able to go up the mountain, the second senior brother was overjoyed immediately, he fully agreed to salute the guests and then went down the mountain.

Last night in the kitchen, he heard the talk between the host and the guests. He secretly speculated, and hoped that he could return to the Taoist temple. Gao Sheng, he looked very proud.

Zhang Wenfeng invited the guests to the west hall, where they sat and chatted while making tea.

Communicating with knowledgeable people is like spring breeze.

By the way, it also solved some doubts in his mind. For example, he is in a busy city and looks like a passer-by. This is the elementary mental process of a monk who has escaped from the ordinary.

He also asked for some tips on how to handle the case, but Fu Gujing didn't hold back much, so he knew everything.

Just after two o'clock, someone rushed up the mountain, leaving Fu Gujing distracted. Immediately, he noticed abnormal movement outside. He made a silent gesture, got up quickly, leaned towards the door to listen, and opened the door suddenly, and immediately looked relax.

"Master Fu, urgent hospital affairs, please review!"

The one who came was a man dressed in gray clothes, with a knife on his waist, and he was travel-stained, obviously he had driven a lot of distance.

Fu Gujing jumped down the steps, took a copper cylinder of sealing wax that the man handed him, checked the wax seal for a while, then pinched the wax seal, took out a piece of paper folded into a long and thin strip, unfolded it After scanning, I was a little surprised, and read it again carefully.

After receiving the receipt and Daishi note from the other party, he signed on it, pretended to be a man with satisfaction and said: "It's hard work, you go first, I will come later!"

The man clasped his hands and turned around, leaping down the mountain, his lightness skill is quite good, the previous uphill was deliberately made a noise.

Fu Gujing looked at Zhang Wenfeng who came out, raised the note, and said with a smile: "The female shopkeeper of the silk shop in the county immediately recognized the female thief in the portrait. Over three feet of brocade silk cloth.

Through the secret interrogation of Fu Yuanwai and his family members, it has been confirmed that captive zombies are evil thieves, hiding in Jiming Mountain, about [-] miles southwest of the county seat, where there is a "Shengzhi Temple".

You changed the word "Shengzhi" in "Shengzhi Temple" to "Shengzi", haha, finally things went well, Dean Wu has already mobilized the manpower to take a step ahead to arrest the evil thieves, I should too Goodbye. "

Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist Fu, I will go with you to arrest the thief, how about doing my part?"

He was very surprised and delighted to be able to find the thief's lair so quickly, otherwise he would not be able to do much if he was on guard every day.

"It's what I want, I dare not invite you, it's just right to go together."

"Wait a moment, we will leave soon."

Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly locked the main hall, side hall, and backyard of the Taoist temple separately, and ignored the black donkey's forage at noon. The guy couldn't survive a hungry meal.

He needs to know why the thief used such insidious means to deal with him.

Is it purely for the sake of seizing the Taoist temple, or knowing the secret to open the secret room of the fairy temple, or something else?

Chapter 20 Who Said Serious Taoists Can't Make Bad Tricks?

He stuffed a bunch of keys in the kitchen kang and covered it with an old bowl. He might participate in the fight when he went, so it was better to go into battle lightly. He grabbed a hat hanging on the wall and put it on his head, and hurried with Fu Gujing. Fly down the mountain.

Crossing the official road, the two ran towards the southwest path.

Zhang Wenfeng traveled with his master, and he was familiar with the famous Daoist Temple in Xiling County.

It was the first time he heard of Shengzhi Temple in Jiming Mountain.