Taoist chanting

He put his nose and sniffed, and on the yellow paper, besides the light fragrance left by his senior sister, he also smelled an abnormal muddy smell similar to ghost aura.

"Where did you get this thing? Did the child fold it by himself, or is it just like this?"

Using the spiritual eye technique to check, he could see faint glimmers of light on the yellow paper, and he hadn't opened the entire folded yellow paper for the time being.

Yue Anyan said: "The child said that he picked it up from the roadside at the east end of the village. He dismantled it once, but he couldn't fold it back completely as it was, and a corner was exposed here. My lord, what is this thing? I saw it for the first time. It feels wrong, and I can’t say what it feels like.”

Zhang Wenfeng looked a little cautious, stood up and said: "If I read correctly, this is a 'Spirit Soul Plundering Origami into Gold Charm', I just don't know if this spell is for soul plundering or origami into gold Obscuring eyes? This is an evil method."

The "Corpse Refining Scripture" he found from the bandit leader Luan Tingsan last time contained graphics and records. There was no specific secret method for drawing runes, so he could only confirm a general idea.

This is the benefit of reading more books. Opening books is beneficial, and evil books can also have serious uses.

Chapter 84 Begging for a bowl of water with the host

Slowly dismantling the yellow paper spell, Zhang Wenfeng used his spiritual eye technique to examine it carefully. The runes were looming, like text and graphics, completely different from the runes he was familiar with.

He also used his still not very proficient spiritual sense to check the mantra in the palm of his hand, and analyzed that the person who drew the mantra should be equivalent to the middle stage of Yuan Qi.

This is the induction after "observing" with the spiritual consciousness. Whether it is accurate or not has yet to be verified, and the experience is accumulated slowly.

The aura left on the talisman was too weird, it wasn't Yuan Qi, it didn't look like a monster, and it wasn't a ghost aura, which aroused his curiosity.

"I have to go to Miqi Village tonight."

Zhang Wenfeng folded the yellow paper spell as it was, wrapped it in a piece of white paper, and put it in his sleeve pocket.

He abides by some rules passed down from old people. The incident happened within ten miles of the Taoist temple. Now that he knows it, it is necessary to take a look.

The other party is not a powerful character, he is going to earn some merit, and by the way, what kind of weird thing is that?

I really can't imagine, what non-human things can draw a spell that hurts people?

Unless he can't figure it out, he will go to the Reporting Branch and ask for help.

The reason why the evil way is the evil way is that the mind is all on these harmful things that can't be put on the table. Whether it is cultivation or magic, they all think of taking shortcuts.

"I know the location of the child's house, and I will go with you. My cultivation base has been stabilized, and I have learned basic spells, swordsmanship, and the use of Yuan Qi these days. Take care."

Yue Anyan put down the tea cup and expressed his intentions unhurriedly.

After she returned to the mountain, she felt that the temple master acted calmly like her senior brother, and not like the shy little junior brother back then, and she didn't know why she thought so.

Zhang Wenfeng did not refuse this time, and said, "Sure. I will draw a few talismans."

He got up and opened the cabinet, and took out a stack of blank yellow talismans. He didn't have the kind of talisman paper with a dozen aura stones at hand, so he could only use the best yellow talisman left by his master to try his hand.

The background of the Taoist temple is not strong, and some of the few family backgrounds left in the past have also caused disasters for three generations of temple owners.

As a result, in the early days of his cultivation, he was in a rut, and lived a hard and entrepreneurial life.

Yue Anyan was helping to prepare the cinnabar ink at the desk. The spectator did not avoid her making the talismans, but agreed with her to observe.

Zhang Wenfeng silently recited the heart formula three times to calm his mind and eliminate distracting thoughts. He flattened the ink with a talisman pen, which was as red as blood, and drew the talisman. Some of them have different secret text changes.

Writing is like a dragon and a snake, Yuan Qi flows from the end of the pen with the ink of the talisman, turning smoothly and roundly.

The last stroke of the talisman feet was completed, and there was a faint blue light flashing on the talisman paper dripping with vermilion ink, and the ink instantly penetrated into the paper.

It feels very good, the first Aoki thorn single charm has become.

He controlled the infusion of Yuan Qi, worried that the yellow talisman paper would not be able to bear it, it was an attempt.

Putting the single thorn talisman by Yue Anyan's hand, Yue Anyan picked up the talisman to check and appreciate it.

Guanzhu continued to make talismans without rushing or impatiently. The last eight pieces only became two. He also mastered the upper limit of the amount of Yuan Qi that the yellow talisman could carry. Due to the limited material, the double-thorn talisman could not be refined, and a total of ten pieces were made. The single thorn talisman stopped, and the power was large or small.

Distribute three talismans to the senior sister who is eager to try, and let's talk about emergency backup.

He didn't use the exorcism and evil-breaking yellow talismans he painted last time, and he probably won't need them in the future.

He has the Guichaming Qi given to him by Bai Wuchang, it is the nemesis of ghosts, he has used it twice in Xiheshan, it is very good!

After dinner, I said hello to the old lame man and the second senior brother. The two of them meditated and rested for a while. They didn't do evening classes. Before it got dark, they went down the mountain. The badger ran out of the woods.

Zhang Wenfeng took out the evil talisman, put it on the end of the donkey's nose, and said, "There is evil doing things in our field, let's go to meet for a while, you first recognize the breath left on it."

The donkey took a sniff and stretched his head to Yue Anyan who was watching, indicating that there was her scent on it.

Yue Anyan smiled and touched the door of the spiritual donkey. The priest took the donkey there to investigate the case. The priest had his own reasons and she would not have any objections.

After receiving the spell, Zhang Wenfeng tied the cloth bag in his hand to the donkey's back. He still prepared some guys, and asked the donkey, "Are you sure you want to take the badger to catch the thief?"

"How can it be? Going to the rivers and lakes to fight, I don't like dragging my family."

The donkey carried the young badger and ran to the water source of Lingquan, and came back shortly after. It placed the badger in a rock cave beside the Lingquan. The entrance of the hole was blocked with large stones. Stopped and waited at the intersection.

There are few pedestrians on the road, and the evening fog is getting thicker. After a while, the vast wilderness is plunged into darkness, and the moon has not yet risen.

"Watcher, do you think that besides learning Talismans, which skill should I choose?"

Yue Anyan suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence between the two.

Zhang Wenfeng pondered for a while, and said, "You have a water-based physique, bring a little soil-based training, and you can choose the formation path or alchemy."

Taking a look at the senior sister walking on the right, she smiled and said, "I suggest you choose the formation path. The formation protection of our Taoist temple can be handed over to you to arrange it. After the cultivation base is improved, you can choose alchemy when you have spare time. Let’s take a little fire, and then in addition to Fu Lu, I suggest that he major in cultivating tools, and the three of us can complement each other in skills.”

"Okay, I will choose the formation."

Yue Anyan actually guessed it would be so.

During the day today, the viewer instructed Yun Qiuhe to study painting, and what he said meant something.

She herself is actually more inclined to refine medicine, which is an area she is familiar with.

It is said that it is not easy to get started, and it is a time-consuming and energy-consuming skill of cultivating immortals that is difficult to learn.

She might have to suffer a lot, but fortunately Yun Qiuhe agreed to give her advice.

Since the Taoist temple needs it, she now chooses to practice the formation path. She is not afraid of enduring hardships.

After a while, Yue Anyan seemed to be talking to the spectator, but also to himself: "Second Senior Brother will take Qingqi Powder tonight and try to break through the realm for the second time, but I don't know if it will be successful?"

With a bit of worry, the second senior brother is honest and upright, acts prudently, and has a chivalrous heart.

She didn't want the second senior brother to drift away from them on the road of cultivation.

"Second Senior Brother is very perseverance and toughness. He should be able to take the medicine four times."

"I hope he can break through and succeed. It would be nice if it was a few years earlier."

"Yes, the chances are greater in the early years. It is better to cultivate immortality and break through the realm sooner rather than later, but it is also about chance."

The two hurried on their way, and the topic gradually opened up, and they exchanged some cultivation feelings and the use of light-weight techniques. Time passed without realizing it, and when the moon rose from the east, they came to the west end of Miquan Village.

There are not many people with lights on in the village, only a few places.

Under the night, the village seemed very quiet, with occasional children crying and yelling.

In front of the village, there is a small river several feet wide, and willow trees are planted on both sides of the river. At this season, only long bare branches of the willow trees are left. In the middle of the village, there is a stone bridge connecting the other side of the river, which is also a mud pool village.

Zhang Wenfeng took out a small old lantern folded with pale yellow veil from the cloth bag on the donkey's back, set it up, lit a candle, put it in, and held it in his hand. The color is warm yellow and soft, so as not to scare others and cause misunderstanding.

There is a wind lamp on, and the dogs only bark a few times in the yards of farmers passing by.

After walking for a while, Yue Anyan stopped in front of a house with a crooked jujube tree growing on the opposite side of the courtyard gate. There were two door gods pasted on the firewood gate of the courtyard. After the wind and rain in spring and summer, the portraits of the door gods had long been faded and damaged. .

Yue Anyan took a few glances and said, "This is the place."

She was very thoughtful and had already inquired about the child's residence from the mouth of the child.

Through the gap in the firewood door, you can see that there is a faint light from the east bedroom through the window lattice, and the voices of men and women talking. This family has not yet slept.

Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward and slapped the Chaimen. He glanced at it with his spiritual eye technique. The Westinghouse in this yard was filled with inconspicuous black air, wafting out of the window.

It can be confirmed that the yellow paper spell in his hand is for soul scavenging, and the child has already fallen into evil.

A man's voice came from the yard: "Who is it?"

"Xianlingguan Taoist priest Zhang, I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm thirsty at the intersection at night and ask the owner for a bowl of water to drink."

Zhang Wenfeng did not directly say that he came to exorcise evil spirits.

There is a saying in Taoism, "If a teacher does not go along the way, the doctor will not shut the door." If you are not invited, you will not come to help others easily, which involves some hidden rules.

He found an excuse to ask for water, as a detour, if the host opened the door politely, it would be easier to talk about it later.

If the other party refuses, he and Yue Anyan will leave without saying much, and choose to hide nearby, waiting for the evil way to come.

But it is inevitable that there will be losses, but no one can blame it.

If you sow melons, you will reap melons, and if you sow beans, you will reap beans. You can only blame yourself for not having enough virtue.

Chapter 85 The Light of Life is Weak, A Dangerous Omen

There was a moment of silence in the room, and then a surprised voice came from the man: "But Guanzhu Zhang from the Immortal Temple?"

There were footsteps running and the sound of pulling the bolt to open the door. This family was very enthusiastic. The man ordered loudly: "Hurry up and add two more candles in the main room. There are distinguished guests coming."

"Exactly, disturbing the master's house so late. Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

Zhang Wenfeng was a little surprised, responded, and turned his head to look at Yue Anyan, seeing Senior Sister shaking his head slightly, indicating that he was puzzled.

The Chaimen opened, a sturdy man in a brown cloth short coat glanced at Zhang Wenfeng, who was holding a wind lantern outside the door, and Yue Anyan, who was behind him. Seeing that both of them were wearing Taoist robes and looked like gods, he hurriedly stood still and clasped his fists. , perform a Taoist ceremony: "Wei Xingde, a believer in the outer door of Xianlingguan, has met Zhang Guanzhu."

Zhang Wenfeng suddenly realized that the so-called outer sect believers refer to the descendants of those who learned Taoism in Xianling Temple, who have grown up after descending the mountain, usually within three generations, after three generations, they basically don't recognize them.

No wonder the other party was extremely enthusiastic when they heard that he reported himself to the mountain gate.

"Wei Jushi is polite."

Zhang Wenfeng returned a salute, and then introduced Yue Anyan: "This is Daoist Yue."

Wei Xingde hurriedly greeted again, said a few words of politeness, and stretched out his hand to invite the guests to enter the courtyard.

After the donkey came in and closed the firewood door again, he trotted to lead the two to the main room, and asked to sit on the chair on the east side.

A middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth dress lit candles in the main room, and said in a low voice, "Taoist chief, sit down a moment." After saluting, she walked through the side door of the east room and went to the outside kitchen to heat hot water for the guests.

Another thirteen or fourteen-year-old dark-skinned boy came out of the west room rubbing his eyes. He was a little timid when he saw the elegant stranger. He bowed and bowed to salute under the order of the stout man. Behind the man's chair stood.

"Jingjie, why doesn't your younger brother come out to meet the guests? It's still so early, he must not be asleep."

Seeing the gentle faces of the two guests, the dark boy muttered, "My brother is asleep, I can't wake him up." His body shrank back into the shadow behind the chair where the light couldn't reach.

Zhang Wenfeng knew it well, and interrupted with a smile: "Lay Wei has been to Xianling Mountain?"

The burly man glared at his eldest son, who was not so outstanding, turned his head and changed his smiling face, sat up straight, and said: "Two and a half years ago, I got the letter and went up the mountain , I have offered incense in the main hall, so I recognize you, Guanzhu Zhang."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, there were a lot of people who went up the mountain in those seven days, most of them were friends and relatives of the master, and then there were disciples who had gained faith, and outer believers who had not been born for three generations, and asked again: "Is it to respect the father or the ancestor to go up the mountain to practice Taoism? "

The burly man replied earnestly: "It's my grandfather. He worshiped under the door of the nine generations of temple masters and practiced Taoism on the mountain for ten years. Temple master Zhang, please wait a moment!"

The man got up, walked to the altar tablet enshrined in the main room, bowed slightly and worshiped, took a small brass mirror with a large mouth from the altar, wiped the incense ash on it with his sleeve, and turned back to hold the copper mirror in both hands. Handed the mirror to Guanzhu Zhang who stood up.

Zhang Wenfeng took the bronze mirror and turned it over. The word "Xianling" was engraved in the middle of the back, and he counted silently. The ninth painting of the word "Ling" seemed to be missing but not completely missing. It was indeed left by the nine generations of temple masters. As a keepsake, this secret has been passed down orally by the temple masters of the past dynasties.

For example, as the token left by him, the eleventh generation of temple masters, the No. 11 painting of the word "Ling" will be marked with missing strokes.

Return the bronze mirror to Wei Xingde, and let Wei Xingde put the bronze mirror back in place.

Over the years, this magic weapon has lost the trace of incense spirituality contained in it, and can only be used as a token, without the magic power of the medium of communication.

Most of the disciples who descended from the Taoist temple would not pass on the exercises learned from the mountain to their descendants.

The law is not passed on indiscriminately, there is no detection of the magic weapon, and the specific qualifications of the descendants are unknown.

If the physique is not suitable, you will not be famous for cultivation. Furthermore, to practice spells, you need to meditate to cultivate your mind and temper your state of mind. You have not been educated by the authentic Taoist school on the mountain.

Some boxing and sword skills, medical skills, divination, etc. are all right, and can be passed down.

But unless it is used to make a living, the more the younger generations learn, the more they will lose, and within three generations, they will lose all the skills passed down from their ancestors that require long-term hard work.

Since it was confirmed that the other party was an outsider believer who had not been born in the third generation of Xianling Temple, Zhang Wenfeng didn't go around too much and helped his family. He acted duty-bound, and said: "I came here today for your little son. Can it be convenient for us? Go to the room and see him?"

Wei Xingde was startled, at first he was surprised that the two Taoist priests came to the door suddenly, it was so late, they didn't look like they were walking at night to beg for water, their clothes were clean, so they came for their youngest son.

Now during the slack season, he went to work in a nearby town with the villagers during the day, and it was already dark when he returned home.

He heard that Kundao, the female crown of the Fairy Spirit Temple this afternoon, came to the village to assess the child's qualifications for learning Taoism. He still regretted that the child's qualifications were not enough and he was not selected by the Fairy Spirit Temple, while the elder was taken by him to the town as an apprentice Helper, missed the assessment.

In his early years, he often heard his grandfather talk about things in the mountains, legends about gods, ghosts and evil spirits, and his family traditions. He knew some simple metaphysics, and told his eldest son: "Go to the kitchen and help your mother light the fire, and I will bring tea later when I call." , I will stay in the kitchen and don’t come out unless I call you.”

The half-grown boy seemed to understand but agreed, and ran out of the main room door.