Taoist chanting

After drinking the pot of tea, Wu Ganping remembered something, got up and walked to the desk, took out a silver-gray waist card from the drawer, handed it to Zhang Wenfeng, motioned to sit and talk, he sat down again and said with a smile: " I went back to the city yesterday and stepped up the production of the Keqing token, welcome Brother Zhang to join our Daolu branch, and you can use Yuan Qi to sacrifice and refine it when you have time."

Official law enforcement guards need to apply to the higher-level County City Daolu Branch, but Keqing Law Enforcement Guards do not need to. Within the scope of his authority as the director, he only needs to register and make a list, and then submit it for filing.

Zhang Wenfeng received it with both hands, and said, "Thank you for your care, Master."

The format of the Keqing order is similar to that of the Baiyu card, with two lines of text added, "Keqing Law Enforcement Guard, Zhang Wenfeng".

From now on, he can be regarded as a public servant, and he is still free, not very restrained, and he doesn't need to stay in the city every day to sleep, which is very considerate.

Wu Ganping smiled and said: "Guest law enforcement guards can receive ten taels of silver per month, and one spiritual energy stone every three months. If there are meritorious deeds, they will be rewarded separately. You can enjoy certain discounts when you buy immortality items at the shop opened by Dao Lu Academy." .”

Zhang Wenfeng's eyes lit up slightly, he knew that the spirit stone was the real good thing.

Master Xuanmu left a pile of spiritual energy stones to future generations, but someone took them all away, which made him very disappointed for a while.

Wu Ganping explained some things related to Ke Qing, and turned his head to Fu Gujing to explain:

"Old Fu, later, you will take Brother Zhang to Lao Jin, the accountant, and with my handbook, I will take the spoils we got from destroying the den of thieves yesterday, Brother Zhang's share first."

He also explained to Zhang Wenfeng: "Everyone who participated in the war has a share, and the brothers who died in the battle have additional pensions and other compensations. As for our rewards, we have to wait for some days, and the higher authorities need time to review and verify."

How could he fail to see Brother Zhang's predicament?

When we met for the first time, although the Taoist robe Brother Zhang was wearing outside was new, the fabric used and dyed indigo were so-so, and the heels of the homemade shoes under his feet were all worn out, which he had already noticed.

Now that he has become his own brother, he has to give priority to taking care of one or two when making excuses, and he can't be too deliberate.

This brother looks gentle on the surface, but in fact he has a high spirit. It is normal for a capable person to be a little bit arrogant.

Zhang Wenfeng thanked him with a smile, this is what he deserved, and it just relieved his embarrassing financial situation.

You can buy at least two sets of out-of-the-way robes and two pairs of timeless cloth shoes.

About two quarters of an hour later, Yun Qiuhe walked in and said with a smile: "Guard Zhang, the things are ready, and the two thieves are arranged in the next room, which is very clean. I will take you to see if you are satisfied?"

Zhang Wenfeng heard the other party's implication, and wanted to watch him paint.

He can't be too inhumane. He has just received the care of the Principal Wu. Of course, based on his experience, it can be seen that everyone doesn't say anything, and said: "Trouble, fellow Daoist Yun, let's go and have a look."

A few people left the hall, walked not far, and followed Yun Qiuhe into the cleaned and wiped room. There were two tables in the middle, and all other items were moved to the walls on both sides. The white wound cloth was also soaked with dried blood.

Zhang Wenfeng checked all the prepared items and picked out a few willow charcoal sticks with moderate thickness and softness.

This woman is very careful in her work. She has prepared a lot of willow sticks and charcoal sticks in various heats. She also specially cut the rice paper to the size he made that day, and there are several complete rice paper for him to choose from.

"Very well, let's get started."

Spread out a piece of rice paper about [-] in size, pick up a stick of charcoal, and following the dictation of the middle-aged man with an injured arm, he uses the stick of charcoal to draw, smear, and modify on the drawing paper, tearing off the smooth surface of the cake As an eraser, wipe off excess charcoal ink.

He asked some details, such as the shape of the face?

The size and distance of the eyes and nose, the thickness of the lips and so on.

Especially the characteristics that the dictator remembers clearly, such as the nasolabial folds at the corners of the mouth, which are long and short. .

Let the two thieves who can't wait to pour beans into the bamboo tube to make further improvements based on his paintings.

After working for more than half an hour, the drawing finally reached the seven or eight parts of the man's mouth.

Yun Qiuhe looked at the portrait that was formed step by step, and Zhang Guanzhu's skillful use of charcoal to draw the picture, with every stroke traceable. She seemed to have found a way to open a new window, and her eyes showed excitement.

Given Zhang Guanzhu's tight conditions, it is likely that he often used willow branches and charcoal sticks in his paintings in the past.

After you are proficient, you can use the Daishi pen like a knife, and there is no level of useless brush.

Zhang Wenfeng picked up the semi-dry towel on the side to wipe his hands, wiped off the charcoal black stains on his hands, took out a new sheet of paper, spread it on another table, and said, "I'll draw a new one." , That one has been modified too much, affecting the effect."

Pressing the two sides with a paperweight, he chose a strip of Daishi that had been sharpened at one end and squared at the other. He stopped looking at the drawing, pinched the Daishi sideways, and stroked the pen on the paper.

It's really called a man with a well-thought-out plan, flowing clouds and flowing water without stagnation in things.

Yun Qiuhe was secretly amazed, and sure enough, Zhang Guanzhu's superb painting skills were drawn through charcoal strips.

Glancing at the meditation on the other side, he saw his delicate expression, obviously remembering the order of painting.

Yun Qiuhe secretly smiled, let's learn, this is not an ordinary painting method, it looks easy, but when you really draw by yourself, you will know that the brush and brush are entangled and there is no smooth place.

She has a sense of superiority over those who stand on a high ground.

Just over a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng stopped, and he strengthened some basic features of the bandit leader, such as his eyes, making him look more fierce, and his decree lines more exaggerated and prominent.

The two thieves stood up to have a look again, and shouted at the same time: "Like, it's so similar!"

Wu Ganping laughed while holding the portrait: "Okay, brother Zhang's unique skill is eye-opening, that thief Luan Tingsan will be shocked when he sees his arrest notice again!"

With the fan painting, the painters of the Daolu branch and the county government compared and sketched.

If you spend more time and put more effort into it, it is still possible to have six or seven points of image, and it is enough.

It is impossible for him to ask Brother Zhang to wrap up all the hundreds of portraits, because talents have the use of talents, and using a cultivator in the transformation of Qi state as a donkey is a waste of money, and he can't do it.

Also wastes time.

Chapter 30 The Unique Ability of Donkeys

After the work was done and his hands were cleaned, Zhang Daguan, accompanied by Fu Gujing, received a brass key and went to the hut assigned to him.

The room faces south, bright and quiet, with desks, four treasures of the study, cabinets, coffee tables and chairs.

Next door is the public house of Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe, with similar layout with minor differences.

Wu Ganping has a lot of things to do, and with the portrait in hand, he instructed his subordinates to arrange affairs and keep busy.

Like yesterday's big operation, he temporarily borrowed some good people from the county government and the city guards. Today, he has to come to the door with rich loot to pay him face-to-face. There are still many places to borrow in the future. Branch power.

Yun Qiuhe grabbed the draft portrait, took the remaining willow branches and charcoal, and hid back in the room to study it behind closed doors.

If you get something out of meditation, leave with your hands behind your back.

"Brother Zhang, look at what else is missing? If the coffee table is not suitable, let them replace it. It is inconvenient for you to tell me, and I will arrange it."

"Thank you Brother Fu for your kindness, it's very good, there is no need to replace and add."

"That's it, I'll take you to Lao Jin in the accountant. Next time, there will be rewards to receive, and I know the place."

"According to Brother Fu's auspicious words, I hope we can go to the cashier several times a month to collect rewards."

"Haha, I love hearing what you say."

While joking, Fu Gujing took Zhang Wenfeng to the innermost accounting room. It was a large room divided into two halves. There were a few seats outside, a half-person-high brown wood counter, and three lamps hanging above the beams. oil lamp.

Behind the counter sat an old man with a goatee in a gray sermon robe, holding a brush and writing something.

Seeing someone come in, the old man rolled his eyes and glanced, the whites of his eyes were a little too much, and he seemed a little rigid and inhumane. Seeing that it was Fu Gujing, the old man changed his smile and put down his brush to say hello, "Mr. Fu, you are here."

"Master Jin, this is Zhang Guanzhu, the new law enforcement guard of our branch, please get to know him."

"Zhang Guanzhu is young and promising, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Where is it, Master Jin is well."

After the two exchanged a few simple greetings, Fu Gujing took out the owner's note, put it on the counter and pushed it in front of Master Jin.

Master Jin pinched the corner of the note and carefully looked at the contents on it, especially the signature and stamp. After checking that it was correct, he put the note in a drawer under the counter, took out a booklet, opened it to the latest page, and used a small cone. The brush slightly flattened the ink on the edge of the flat inkstone and wrote a line of small characters.

He pushed the account book upside down to Zhang Wenfeng, handed him a writing brush, and asked him to sign and put a handprint on the back.

Zhang Wenfeng scanned the line of numbers marked "Silver 13 taels" and thought to himself that he blocked the thin old thief's move, wounded and killed two ordinary thieves, the spoils were too generous, and the brush in his hand Don't hesitate to sign down.

Fu Gujing explained via voice transmission: "Count the trophies you got from killing the thieves in front of you."

Zhang Wenfeng understood. The female thief he killed had a lot of various items on his body, as well as silver coins and broken silver. At that time, he was white and did not dare to take the evidence privately, because he was worried that he would give the impression of greed. Helping him count as a trophy is to sell other people's favor, not to do anything.

He received a silver note of [-] taels, the most rigid "official ticket" of the household system, one ingot, three taels of silver, and two pieces of silver, which Master Jin thoughtfully packed in a brocade purse.

Zhang Wenfeng squeezed the thin string of the purse into his arms, his face was calm and indifferent, and he did not change at all because he received a huge sum of money all at once. He said goodbye to Master Jin, and accompanied by Fu Gujing, Come to the "Library Room" of Daolu Branch.

Show your token and walk into the library full of bookshelves, and listen to Fu Gujing's introduction. The two outside rooms are open to everyone in the Daolu branch, and the inside one needs to reach the level of energy transformation to be allowed to enter.

Zhang Wenfeng wandered around the two rooms outside, inquired roughly about the classification of each shelf of books, then showed the token and walked into the room inside, flipping through the books for more than half an hour.

It was almost noon, and Fu Gujing, who was found, was called out of the gate of Daolu Branch.

When they came to the nearby "Zhiwei Building", Fu Gujing said that he would entertain the overwhelmed Dean Wu, and ordered a table of food and wine. Zhang Wenfeng refused to drink more after three cups with him. He ate vegetables and drank tea.

Fu Gujing didn't persuade much, some Taoist monks stick to certain ancient rules.

He is not very particular, but he can't force others to break the precepts, so he keeps pouring himself a cup.

Fu Gujing is a scene person, chatting and laughing during the banquet, but she will not be cold.

After the meal, Zhang Wenfeng bid farewell, parted ways with Fu Gujing, put on a bamboo hat, and walked on the bustling main street.

He felt it carefully, and the influence of transcendence was indeed much lessened compared to the last time.

In the marketplace, he is no longer faintly bored and out of place.

After visiting a few ready-made clothing shops, he found an extra blue cloth package on his back. He bought two sets of evenly dyed delicate green cloth priest robes, two pairs of cloud-toed shoes, cloud socks, and two sets of white cloth jackets and obscene trousers. It cost more than six dollars in total.

Back at Xianling Temple, it was five quarters of the last time, and the dry land on the low mountain had been ploughed and leveled.

The donkey was standing dumbfounded in the shade of the trees on the top of the mountain. When he saw him coming back, he leaned over to show his white teeth and whimpered.

"It's really not the work of the donkey, and the neck is about to be broken. Isn't there a saying that 'the child is the donkey to plow the land, and the hen's crowing is unlucky', Guanzhu, you are so kind and compassionate, hurry up and buy a cow back, right?"

Its dignified demon donkey's identity was exposed, and it was still spinning around in the fields, so it was shameless.

Come on, this guy even made him a lame and wrong folk proverb.

Zhang Wenfeng almost laughed angrily, gave it a slap on the hip, and scolded it with sound transmission:

"You lazy person is hypocritical, can you be exhausted to death? Tell yourself, what else can you do other than housekeeping and nursing homes? Our Taoist Temple never raises waste and idlers, even my master. to work on the ground."

The black donkey groaned for a while before choking out a sentence: "I can find a particularly delicious source of water."

"Oh, a particularly delicious water source?"

Zhang Wenfeng didn't figure out what the standard of the donkey's mouth was particularly delicious. Is it sweet and sweet?Or does it have a grassy aroma and heavy taste?Ask: "Like what?"

"If you put things down and walk with me, you will know. I can't tell you. Anyway, the water is delicious. After drinking it, you will be full of energy, transparent, and it will eliminate fatigue."

In order to be free, the black donkey also worked hard, revealing the little secret that he had just discovered.

Zhang Wenfeng was a little surprised, what kind of water can make the whole body feel good and relieve fatigue?

He was interested and said, "Okay, I'll put down the package and go with you."

Looking at the donkey's expression, it doesn't seem like he is talking nonsense about him.

He pondered in his heart, wouldn't it be because of luck that he met the spiritual spring water that randomly appeared every time the tide of spiritual energy rose?

He said hello to the second senior brother who came out from the main hall to check, said a few words, and asked the second senior brother to go to clean up and meditate by himself. He put his belongings back in the hut, and followed the black donkey down the mountain.

The black donkey walked along the creek at the foot of the mountain all the way upstream to the northwest. When it came to the turn of the mountain, it pointed to a puddle of about five feet with its mouth, and said, "The water here is better to drink. I used to finish my work and often Drink the water here."

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the bottom-clear puddle covered with various pebbles. It was running water. He squatted down to wash his hands first, then took a handful of cool stream water, tasted it, and tasted it carefully for a while. He didn't feel much. different.

The black donkey observed the words and expressions and knew that the watcher was not satisfied, and said, "The water in front is better."

He took the lead in trotting forward on the stream, twisted and turned, and arrived at the north side of a nearby hill, pointing to a large water pool Zhangxu under the yellowish-yellow rock, and said: "The water here is the best, and it doesn't taste like this in the front."

It raised its head, indicating that the upstream stream flowing through the pond was bad.

"Oh?"

Zhang Wenfeng was dubious, felt it carefully for a moment, and found that the air here was slightly different.

Slowly exhale and exhale, and run the exercises to promote Yuan Qi. After three weeks of practice, he found through comparison that the aura here is more active and abundant than that on the top of the mountain.

Compared with other places, the nearby vegetation is more green, with less yellow leaves and more green leaves, and the autumn color has not been seen for a long time.

The donkey is very capable, and he really found a good place.

Chapter 31 Discrimination of Water, Territory

Jumping off the huge natural yellow rock, Zhang Wenfeng wanted to taste the taste of pool water.

"careful!"

The donkey reminded with its strange voice, one jumped down, and the left front hoof kicked on a black shadow shot by the grass, "pa", a dark background with colorful patterns and more than two feet long strange snake, knocked over in the stream. On the side pebbles, a gray belly is exposed.

Zhang Wenfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, the strange snake's pupils were dark red like blood, and there was a purple-red crown on its forehead. "Threatening sound.

He drew his sword with a bang, and stepped forward, holding a small sword flower on his wrist.