Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

The next day, early morning.

Zhang Yao and Daotong Qingyu came to Hongfa Hall early.

"Qingxu, Qingyu."

In the huge Dharma-promoting hall, there was only one Taoist "Qing Liang" left at this time, and said solemnly:

"I don't have enough manpower in the Hongfa Hall. This time, Daoist Laoguanlu has offered to help."

"Time is tight, the two of you will follow me first for a short-term ritual training, and you will officially descend the mountain at noon."

"Remember, you must study hard, and you must not lose the face of my Qingping Palace after you go down the mountain!"

"Yes, Brother Qingliang."

Zhang Yao and Qing Yu Daotong immediately bowed and said yes.

The Daoist of the Hongfa Hall has to learn various rituals and rituals of the water and land ashram after getting started. There are a total of more than a dozen different methods of fasting and offering sacrifices, and it takes several years to learn.

They were recruited on a temporary basis, and some complex methods such as stepping, drawing talismans, and seals were naturally impossible to learn, and they could only choose some simple methods such as chanting mantras, chanting scriptures, and ascending altars.

Luckily, I didn't expect too much from the Taoist priests. It's fine if I can handle it. This time the ritual is mainly dependent on him.

"Come on, let me teach you how to ascend to the altar first..."

Taoist Qing Liang led the two of them and began to teach in the Dharma Propagation Hall.

Thanks to Taiyi Zhuanggong, Zhang Yao's memory is very good, coupled with the coordination of limbs and dexterity of hands and feet, he can learn quickly.

Daoist Qing Yu was a little stumbling, but before noon, he managed to learn 70% to 80% of the time, and it should be enough to make up his appearance.

"good."

Daoist Qingliang showed satisfaction and praised:

"Junior Brother Qingxu is very talented, so he is very suitable to be an errand in my Hongfa Hall."

"Senior Brother Qing Liang is absurd."

Zhang Yao behaved very modestly, feeling a little pity in his heart.

This Senior Brother Qingliang is just an ordinary Taoist receiving the scriptures, not the real person in charge of the Dharma Hall, otherwise he might really be able to be mobilized.

"Okay, it's almost time."

Daoist Qingliang waved his hand and signaled:

"Come with me, and change your outfit first."

Soon, the two of them followed Qingliang to the apse of Hongfa Hall. They changed into a brand-new bright yellow robe, cloud shoes, hair tied and a crown, and their whole person suddenly changed.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothing, and Buddha depends on gold clothing. If the Dharma Hall wants to go down the mountain to perform deeds, appearance is still very important.

"This dress is really nice."

The Daoist Qingyu on the side looked at the new precepts on his body happily, and at the same time he felt happy, but at the same time envied the Daoist in the Hongfa Hall.

"Let's go."

Taoist Qingliang changed into a robe with cloud pattern, wearing a lotus crown on his head, blue shoes with cloud socks on his feet, and a plain whisk in his hand. He really looked like a fairy.

The two of them followed Taoist Qingliang with yellow talismans, edicts, magic swords, and Huabiao, and left Qingping Palace all the way down the mountain.

"Brother Qingliang..."

Along the way, Daoist Qing Yu seemed very excited and kept asking questions.

Daoist Qingliang answered a few questions patiently at the beginning, but soon became impatient and reprimanded Daoist Qingyu to shut up obediently.

The three of them descended Cuiping Mountain along the mountain road, and then went northward along the Huangtu Road. After walking seven or eight miles, they finally arrived at Sishui Town.

After arriving in Sishui Town, Zhang Yao finally understood why Guanlu Master said it was a good business trip.

After hearing the news, Mr. Huang from Sishui Town came and warmly received them. The roast chicken, roast duck, and sauced pork knuckle on the table... let Zhang Yao feast on it with great joy.

It's been a few months since time travel, and I finally had a good meal. It's not easy!

During the banquet, while the wine was in full swing, the housekeeper of the Huang Mansion gave them each a gift, Taoist Qingliang was an ingot of grained silver, Zhang Yao and Qingyu also had a heavy purse.

"This treatment is simple!"

Zhang Yao looked at Taoist Qingliang, put Wenyin into his sleeve without changing his face, and put it away with peace of mind.

This is not a reward for doing things, but a small gift in private, which is one of the benefits of Hongfa Hall, and no one pursues this small detail.

"It's no wonder that the Hongfa Hall is the most noble, and everyone wants to squeeze in if they break their heads..."

Zhang Yao sighed in his heart, and began to envy the treatment of Hongfa Hall.

After the banquet, Master Huang and Taoist Qing Liang went to the study to discuss the details of the ritual, while the butler of the Huang Mansion called Zhang Yao and Qing Yu to the side hall next to them for tea.

"If the two little real people need it, just say hello at any time."

The steward of Huang's mansion ordered his servants to serve some pastries, and after apologizing, he hurriedly left to arrange other matters.

Taking advantage of his time to go to the bathroom, Zhang Yao secretly opened the money bag and took a look, and found that there were hundreds of copper coins in good condition, mixed with a little silver, and the total value was about one or two taels of silver.

"good."

Zhang Yao twitched in satisfaction, put away the money bag, and left the latrine to go back.

But on the way back, his ears moved slightly, and he seemed to hear a faint voice not far away:

"...Don't worry, I have already arranged it, and there will be no flaws."

"Well, then I don't worry, we still follow the old rules, 50-50."

"No problem, this business can go on thanks to the real people in the palace..."

This is the conversation between Master Huang and Taoist Qingliang in the study room, ordinary people would definitely not be able to hear it, but Zhang Yao's hearing is sharper than ordinary people, so he can barely hear it.

After hearing a few words, Zhang Yao was still a little puzzled at first, but soon after he figured it out, his expression changed slightly.

"Good guy! It turns out that this mountain is haunted by ghosts..."

He finally understood:

It turned out that several villages and towns in the nearby ten miles and eight towns were haunted by ghosts for no reason. In fact, Qingping Palace and local big households jointly created it secretly.

You need to know how to raise money. Although a few big households take the lead, basically every household has to contribute a little money, and those who have no money have to make compensation in other ways.

As the saying goes, a trickle makes a sea, the more people there are, the more money they raise.

"After the ceremony, the money of the big family will be returned in full, and the money of the common people will be split fifty-fifty."

"I've heard of Huang Silang and his ilk a long time ago, but today is the first time I've seen them."

At this moment, Zhang Yao was overwhelmed with emotion.

In this world of flowers and flowers, there is a world of mortals, how can there be any difference between the mountains and the mountains?

He always thought that the Qingping Palace on the mountain was barely a clean place, but in reality? In fact, it is no different from the mountain.

"Actually, I should have thought of it earlier."

In Zhang Yao's heart, thoughts secretly turned:

"Because of a position where the real person is in charge, there is already an undercurrent in the palace. It has been more than two months, and it has not completely subsided."

"It's no wonder that Master Guanlu is dismissive of the ghosts at the bottom of the mountain. It seems that he already knew the inside story..."

He sorted out his mood, pretended to be nonchalant, and returned to the side hall.

After a while:

Daoist Qingliang came back in a robe with a smile on his face, and with a flick of his whisk, he said solemnly:

"Let's go, open the altar, suppress evil spirits, and pray for the local people to eliminate disasters!"