Taoist chanting

The old cripple breathed a sigh of relief, the particularly strange and dangerous battle was finally won.

"Why are you still standing there? Second Senior Brother, hurry up and put out the fire."

Zhang Wenfeng reminded the two who were delighted and walked forward with the sword in hand. Seeing that the fire was getting more and more into the sky, he called out, "Use a hoe to overturn the thatched hut near the fire to prevent the fire from spreading. You go first, and I will come with a sigh of relief."

With such a big fire, with the three of them, it was impossible to save them.

It can only be blocked, and when there is nothing to burn, it will naturally go out.

chapter 37

With a sword in his hand, he cautiously stabbed Luan Tingsan in the neck of the dead eye, and then twisted again to cut off the cervical vertebrae.

After hearing more about the old cripple's stories, intrigues and conspiracies, and the importance of making up for the knife, he understands more.

The second senior brother heard the command of the master, and immediately ran towards the backyard.

The old cripple cut off the head of the fallen zombie with the narrow sword he picked up, and approached with a limp. He received a punch on his shoulder, and it was red and swollen. Fortunately, he was not scratched by the zombie's dirty claws.

That thing is black and green, and it is not a good thing at first glance.

"Brother Feng, are you not hurt?"

"I'm fine, just rest for a while, you go and watch Brother Dian Er put out the fire, don't be reckless and hurt others."

"That's it, adjust your breath slowly, don't worry, I'll go to the backyard first."

The old cripple looked up and down, but he didn't see any injuries on the temple master's body, and his robe was not damaged.

He was also thinking about the fire in the backyard, so he walked a few steps, and then turned his head and smiled at the returning black donkey: "You donkey, you are really spiritual, you know how to help us fight, it is the seed of our Taoist temple! Catch tomorrow, I will follow the wind!" I saved a few pennies from the money my brother gave, and I treat you to sorghum wine."

The black donkey immediately responded, "Ah uh... ah uh...", this is okay.

The old lame man laughed: "I'm excited when I hear a drink, it's a gentleman! If I find you a female donkey lady, wouldn't you be happy?"

He poked his narrow sword as a crutch and trotted all the way to the backyard.

Hearing that the old lame man wanted to find a female donkey for him, the black donkey immediately left the boss behind and chased after the old lame man. I have forgotten the hatred of finding someone to gel it's balls.

"Sexy donkeys!"

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and scolded with contempt, wiped the body of the sword with the robe of the corpse on the ground, and put the sword back into its sheath.

He placed a green wooden stake and slowly adjusted his breath to recover. He believed that the lame uncle would not burn the Taoist temple. Those broken thatched huts were burned just to build new green brick and tile houses.

There was a faint sound of five clappers in the distance, and it was almost dawn.

Staying focused, adjusting his breath for about half a quarter of an hour to recover some Yuan Qi, Zhang Wenfeng got up and flew towards the backyard.

Seeing mud and dust flying, the second senior brother used a hoe to knock down the two thatched huts, and moved out straw, furniture and other items that were prone to fire.

Zhang Wenfeng rushed forward to help, instructing the two of them to wet a towel around their mouth and nose, so as not to burn their nose, heart and lungs. In the end, even the donkey's nose was covered with a large piece of wet green cloth.

The three and one donkey worked together for more than half an hour to clear the fire barrier.

The sky was pale, and the flames of the two burning huts gradually died down.

Zhang Wenfeng asked the second senior brother to get some paper money, paper ingots, incense, candles, glutinous rice and other items. His body was smoldering, he took off the warm towel around him, straightened his dirty robe and hair, and his face was solemn. White candles, inserted into the cracks of the blue brick floor.

He lit three incense sticks with the candle, held them in both hands, bowed to the west, and chanted the scriptures of superseding salvation in his mouth.

The second senior brother burnt paper money and paper ingots, and opened his mouth to recite and recite.

I greatly admire the viewer's open-mindedness.

He was deeply ashamed of his own narrowness, a thief is also a life, and he deserves to be punished for doing evil.

It is the duty of a Taoist priest to send them to the underworld and see them off. As for how the underworld judges them, that is a matter of the underworld.

The Guanzhu has many principles, and he acts righteously, so he has to follow the Guanzhu to cultivate his mind and practice more.

The curling green smoke dissipated, and the chanting sound was loud.

Zhang Wenfeng put the incense sticks in the cracks of the floor tiles, and kept reciting in his mouth. He grabbed the glutinous rice and sprinkled three handfuls in three directions.

He promised in his heart to do a simple ritual for the host's dead soul. There have been such delays and delays. It has been delayed until now, and now two huts are burned down, which can be considered a pomp and circumstance.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let's all be safe from now on.

At the end of the ceremony, Zhang Wenfeng settled one concern, with a relaxed expression, comforting the two of them:

"If you don't go to the old ones, you won't come to the new ones. Our Taoist temple is destined to have a new look. It happened to burn down the thatched huts and build a new yard. Let's go, I'm hungry, and I will reward the five internal organs temple with something delicious. After the fire is extinguished, I will clean up the mess. .”

The old cripple has been watching silently without disturbing him, and Brother Feng is really elegant in his actions, which greatly admires him.

Hearing what Feng Geer said, he picked up the narrow sword thrown at the base of the wall, nodded and smiled: "Feng Geer's words are reasonable, we will build new ones if they are burned, as long as people are fine, everything is easy to talk about. Those three The thieves have a lot to look through, maybe they can find some money to subsidize our losses."

Reason is truth, reality is reality.

According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, the spoils of the thieves killed belong to themselves.

He is reminding the viewer that even if you have an official status, don't be too thick-skinned and be fooled, and take what you should do.

What about the gods in the sky?

It's the same as fighting for the incense. Isn't that what storytelling says.

The three of them went out of the backyard with a donkey. The old lame man saw that the watcher squatted down and searched for the body of the thief monk. He was very careful and methodical. He first squeezed and pressed the robes to prevent poisons from hiding in his sleeves and arms. Biting his hand violently, he came to the corpse of the female thief whose head was deformed with confidence.

He didn't despise dirty hands and blood, he explored and groaned, "What a big pair of Naikos!"

The second senior brother next to him was very speechless to this old non-cultivator, and the incense for so many years has been nurtured in vain.

The old lame man suddenly turned his head, smiled and winked, "Second child, you can touch it too, and I'll teach you how to do it!"

The second senior brother shook his head seriously and refused, because he was disrespectful and despised him.

The old cripple changed a serious face, and criticized and scolded: "Look at you, you are full of brains, I said forget it, you still pretend, young man, if you can't cultivate your energy, look at the temple master, he will I won’t be as prudish as you. Besides, I’m teaching you the prudence of groping corpses and searching for loot in the rivers and lakes, you can think about it... hey, don’t go.”

The second senior brother couldn't stand the harassment of the old man, so he turned around and walked away to see the watcher touching the corpse in an orderly manner.

He didn't want to learn the dirty tricks of touching a female corpse with a perverted old man.

The old cripple muttered dissatisfiedly, turned his back to the direction of the audience, and took out a small stack of banknotes from the female thief's arms very quickly.

When he was looking for it, he knew the denomination of the banknote by the feel of his hand. His previous experience in the arena was not for nothing. It was a huge windfall. .

He was still worried that the spectator was too decent and had to wait for someone from the government to hand over the banknotes as evidence of stolen goods.

Speaking of official characters, there are two mouthfuls, and you can only eat them, how can you spit them out?

He deliberately used nasty words to provoke the second child, who had never been savage, and had an upright temper.

The use of silver notes on the construction of new courtyards and Taoist temples is a good thing for accumulating yin and virtue in this life.

Why not do it!

Donkey has something to say, brothers come in and talk

Black Donkey: "Guangzhu, can you give me a name?"

Viewer: "Just call it a black donkey, that's fine."

Black donkey: "No, there are so many black donkeys in the world, with too many names with the same name, how can I show my extraordinaryness? Help me come up with a unique name."

The spectator: "What's the matter with many, call them, can you understand? Stupid!"

Black donkey: "Hey, that's right, they can't understand human words. ... No, other black donkeys in this world cultivate into demons, can't they understand human words?"

The spectator gave this guy the look of you being an idiot: "You won't let them not be black donkeys?"

The black donkey suddenly realized: "Yeah, this is a good way, see one kills the other, and make them all become dead donkeys."

With the eyes of caring for the mentally handicapped, Guan Zhu stared at the black donkey with a smirk: "If you say you're stupid, you won't admit it, you only know how to fight and kill all day long, you won't be with other demon black donkeys who can understand people's words. How easy it is to negotiate and let them change their coat color."

Black Donkey: "Uh!?"

How did the fur change?Watcher, you become a me to see?

As he walked, he muttered: "The Guanzhu has no ink in his stomach, and he is lazy, and refuses to help him think of names."

Viewer: "Come here, I won't kill you!"

The black donkey was not fooled, and ran away, distressed: "What is a good name? Donkey Heizi, it's not good, it's too rustic, it's scum; donkey eggs, it's not good, it's unsightly to lay out the eggs; donkeys are big, even more No, it sounds like that... Hey, I think the donkey has two big heads, forget it, let's call it a black donkey, it's cool, sassy, ​​and easy to remember, it's good!"

The name you chose, is it okay for the watcher to choose it casually and irresponsibly?

Welcome to fight!quack~~

……

The above is just idle chatter, let's say something serious.

Brothers, this book has more than 8 words, and if it is slightly fat, it can be slaughtered. Can it not be kept on the bookshelf to collect dust?

It's really dying to raise it again.

Almost [-] collections, less than [-] follow-up readings, this issue has not had a PK in the same period, only a consolation prize "web page inspiring recommendation", the recommendation on the mobile phone has not been promoted.

Brothers, please help, read until next Wednesday, and take a few minutes every night.

Next week, I have to read more than [-] and advance to a mobile phone recommendation position, otherwise it will be really cold.

The peers in the author exchange group imparted their experience, saying that the author was dead brains, and he still wrote something original, without a system, and he still did not open the harem to engage in H rubbing the ball.

Cynical sarcasm is self-aware, what can be done?

If this book really doesn't work, can the author of the next book change it to a "system" that the public likes!

It's too difficult and sad to write something that takes time.

So please everyone, brothers who like this book, please continue reading and support the author with votes. The author wants more recommendation exposure, and wants to get good grades and write with enthusiasm.

Clap your fists!

thank!

Chapter 38 Inadvertent test, harvest a secret technique

When the old lame man was young, he roamed the rivers and lakes. He enjoyed happiness, and he never got involved with women after being hurt by love. He was alone and had no children.

He earns a lot of yin and virtue, and plans to cast a good baby in the next life to a wealthy family that has no worries about food and clothing.

Turning his head to meet a pair of black donkey eyes, the old lame patted his forehead, how could he forget about this stuff.

Although this animal can't speak and sue him for his misdeeds, the rivers and lakes are moral and righteous, and those who see it have a share. This tradition cannot be lost.

"A female donkey, don't pull it down!"

The donkey grinned at once, readily agreed, and threw his head over the old lame man's shoulders.

The old cripple was almost in pain and sweating. His shoulders are still swollen.

Damn your mother donkey, he didn't say when to cash it anyway.

Over there, Zhang Wenfeng found two booklets, a purse, three silver notes, three yellow talismans, a small wooden box and talisman pens and other odds and ends. Weapons were not included.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the Book of Refining Corpse and Detailed Explanation of Secret Techniques in the Room written on the cover of the booklet, and knew that it was a sorcery. He first opened the booklet of Book of Refining Corpse, and explained to the second senior brother who was looking at him in surprise. :

"We don't need to learn these harmful things, but if we have the opportunity to learn more about it, it's not a bad thing. We can find out the flaws in sorcery, and it will be much easier to deal with evil ways in the future."

The second senior brother nodded when he heard the words, it was such a reason.

The spectator is the spectator, and inadvertent words often contain great truths.

So, he stepped forward and picked up the "Detailed Explanation of Secret Techniques in the Room", which had been flipped through, and read it carefully.

The old lame dug for a while, and seeing that the female thief had no oil or water on his body, he was too lazy to take the remaining pieces of silver, so he had to leave a little oil and water for the official to pass away, and stood up by pressing the head of the donkey that was trying to please him, and the narrow sword was no longer needed.

He limped to the two of them who were reading carefully in the light of the morning light, and glanced at the items on the ground.

There were only three bank notes, and the largest one was 50 taels. The old cripple looked down on him a little, turned around and walked to the kitchen, saying: "Take your time, I'll make a hearty breakfast, second child, remember later Go look at the embers in the backyard, don't be careless."

With the big head of the bank note in his sleeve pocket, he felt very relieved.

The second senior brother looked red, but fortunately, the light was dim and he couldn't see it very much.

How can there be such a shameless practice in this world?

He hurriedly turned his body sideways to stay away from the watcher, and said, "I see, I'll go after a while."

Zhang Wenfeng stared at an old yellow paper in the middle of the booklet in his hand, and was fascinated.

There is a record of a Yuan Qi casting method called "Sound Explosion Technique".