Taoist chanting

Chapter 111 Open the secret door to find the treasure

The second senior brother stayed near the Lingquan water pool, surveyed the site, and conceived the construction of the bamboo house.

Yue Anyan used branches to write and draw on the ground by the stream, tried to communicate with the donkey, and there was something to do. Zhang Wenfeng filled the gourd with water from the spiritual spring, said hello, and went back to the north by the same road behind the mountain.

Don't face the craftsmen in the south, so as not to gossip.

Walking halfway, the temple master stopped in front of a clump of green stone calamus.

He suddenly became interested and wanted to try the green wood entanglement technique again. He had advanced to the late stage of Qi Transformation Realm, and his control over Yuan Qi was more than a notch better than before. Spellcasting helps a lot.

Staring at the roots of the calamus, Zhang Wenfeng followed the instructions of the spell, calmly, imagining himself as a huge calamus, the tree-shaped qi in his body flickered slightly, emitting invisible fluctuations of wood-like thoughts.

He probed his divine sense over again, conveying his kindness.

Soon, he sensed the response of Shichangpu, a very faint wave, a long leaf swayed slightly.

Zhang Wenfeng grasped this wave, quickly made a formula with his left hand, and a wisp of Yuan Qi fell on the leaves about Zhang Xu away.

The leaf of the calamus calamus that responds to the fluctuations grows rapidly, and rolls towards a long branch of a peach tree eight feet away. After two turns, it will lose its strength, and the front end of the blade will lose its vitality and turn yellow.

Zhang Wenfeng was very happy in his heart, and gave Shi Changpu a very small supplement of Yuan Qi.

The higher the cultivation base, the easier it is to practice spells.

The current power is negligible, and if you practice hard, you will definitely be able to play a role in the future.

Any spell has its unique features, it depends on how to use it and the proficiency of practice.

He dug three pockets of powerful iron wire grass, brought them back to the mountain, planted them with soil in three clay pots, and placed them under the eaves of his thatched hut for daily practice of winding techniques for a period of time to come.

I didn't go out again in the afternoon, and practiced quietly behind closed doors in the thatched hut, adjusting my breath to heal my wounds.

After the evening class, the second senior brother and Yue Anyan went back to the hut to read and practice. Zhang Wenfeng did not go back to the West Hall. He went down the mountain under the faint starlight and came to the field that had been built on the short mountain. He asked the donkey that emerged from the darkness to help him watch the wind outside. .

He took off the black bag around his waist and took out his ghost raising bottle with the yellow talisman on it.

There is an additional layer of Yuan Qi restraint that he has only learned recently on the mouth of the bottle, which can isolate the sound, and the remnant soul staying in the bottle will definitely alarm him if he wants to probe outside.

His deal with the mountain god of the former court was a deal, but he did not miss the precautions that should be done.

After removing the yellow talisman and erasing the complete sound-insulating Yuan-Qi restriction, Zhang Wenfeng said: "Fellow Daoist, it's already night, so you come out first, I will sacrifice the bottle and try to open the storage space."

He has advanced a level of cultivation, so he should be able to refine the ghost raising bottle into a wooden magic weapon.

As the voice fell, a wisp of black air leaked out of the bottle. After observing for a while, the remnant soul emerged from the bottle, and turned into a very vague and thin figure of a man in a simple black gown in the air. .

"Excuse me, next Zhang Wenfeng, haven't asked the names of fellow Taoists yet?"

Zhang Wenfeng looked at it for a moment, but he was not in a hurry to temper the bottle, and bowed with his hands clasped.

The remnant soul of the former mountain god was slightly surprised, and bowed his hands in return: "My lay name is Zhong Wenyong, and I have been useless for many years. I have met Zhang Daoyou."

No matter how downcast he is, the remnant soul of the mountain god is still personable, giving people a sense of elegance.

This is called not falling down, and it has something to do with the state of mind.

Zhang Wenfeng said politely: "Young Daoist Zhong, wait a moment, he should be fine soon."

Hold the bottle in the left hand, slowly cover it with Yuan Qi, pinch a "Moving Chen Jue" with the right hand, this is the formula recorded in the ancient books that can temper the bottle of raising ghosts, a total of three hands, can cooperate with Yuan Qi to wash away the evil spirits inside and outside the bottle of raising ghosts , Injustice, etc.

The remnant soul of the mountain god drifted back about two feet, not disturbing the young Taoist priest in front of him refining his magic weapon.

That method... It doesn't matter if you don't look at it.

Aware of being stared at by something, he turned around and met a black donkey standing on a rock outside the courtyard wall. There was a small dot on the donkey's back, propping up its body and staring at him curiously.

Zhong Wenyong was a little surprised that two monsters appeared in this small place.

As a former mountain god, he is extremely sensitive to the energy of incense, and he can tell at a glance that the donkey has a special physique, which is rarely enlightened by the influence of incense.

That young badger seemed to have swallowed some treasures from heaven and earth, and had just awakened in a ignorant way, and was still very weak.

After nodding to the two little demons, Zhong Wenyong turned to look at the busy Taoist priest.

With the help of spiritual monsters, and Taoist Zhang's unique ability to open the ghost gate channel by casting spells twice during the day, based on his experience, it is easy to conclude that this Taoist priest named Zhang Wenfeng has unusual luck. conclusion.

Quietly watching Taoist Zhang harden the bottle for raising ghosts with the basic techniques.

About a quarter of an hour later, when Daoist Zhang stopped using the inferior formula to temper the ghost raising bottle three times, he said, "Friend Zhang, please excuse me, your tempering formula... seems a bit incomplete, the tempering Raising a ghost bottle is time-consuming and labor-intensive."

He said it more tactfully, and he didn't have the nerve to say it was too rubbish.

Everyone is unfamiliar, so he really can't stand it.

If the sacrifice fails and the bottle is damaged instead, whose fault is it?

It's a pity that he doesn't even have a place to live at that time, how can he absorb the power of incense and vows to restore some spiritual cultivation?
Zhang Wenfeng let out an oh, heard the meaning of the other party, turned around to look at the remnant soul of the mountain god, and said with a smile: "What conditions do you have, fellow Daoist Zhong, in exchange for the complete tempering formula?"

If the price is set on the ground, he doesn't have to change it, it's just a waste of time, the night is long, what's the rush.

"It's not some advanced formula, it's just an addition to the previous transaction."

Zhong Wenyong laughed and directly demonstrated and explained a "Cleansing Wushou Jue". There are a total of nine techniques, which seem to be much more advanced and complicated than the Yichen Jue.

Zhang Wenfeng murmured silently in his heart that "the free one is the most expensive", and followed suit without hesitation.

After learning it twice, he found that this method looked complicated, but unexpectedly it fit him very well.

"Is this the Taoist method of tempering with wood?"

"Yes, this method comes from Taoism, and it matches your attributes, so refining items can get twice the result with half the effort."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Zhang Wenfeng got familiar with it for a while, and used the newly learned formula of cleansing Wugou together with Yuan Qi to refine the ghost-raising bottle. Zhong Wenyong occasionally gave some pointers, and it took more than half an hour to erase the remaining marks on the ghost-raising bottle, and the sacrifice was completed.

The negative tyrannical things such as ghost energy, resentment, and coldness entangled inside and outside the bottle disappeared, and the original woody and fresh air was restored, a little deep and restrained, with a little coldness.

The wood is dark and there are faint cyan rays shining, warm and moist as pearls and jade, with traces of wood grain emerging.

This appearance, at first glance, is a treasure of high-end atmosphere.

Leave a trace of Yuan Qi imprint in the bottle.

Playing with it for a while, the function of this bottle will take some time to slowly explore and dig out. Of course, it is faster to ask Zhong Wenyong who is floating beside him, but Zhang Wenfeng does not take the initiative to ask.

Zhang Wenfeng continued to pour Yuan Qi into the bottom of the bottle, and with his right hand, he cooperated with the opening secret exchanged from Zhong Wenyong's hands. After changing the technique three times, he found a "secret door" hidden at the bottom of the bottle.

Yuan Qi attacked according to a certain pattern, and after several times, the secret door was swung open by him.

With his spiritual sense, he noticed the secret door at the bottom of the bottle, leading to a dark space with some objects in it.

According to Zhong Wenyong's instructions, imprint the mark in the dark space, and the things inside can be seen clearly immediately.

There are sparkling spirit stones scattered everywhere, and then there are large and small boxes and bottles, some of which are made of wood, more of which are made of jade, more than a dozen, scattered in a mess, and a group of dimly colored women's dresses, placed alone Upper right orientation.

"Have you opened it? Don't take it out yet!"

Zhong Wenyong suddenly made a sound, preventing the items from being taken out of the space. Seeing Zhang Wenfeng turning his head to look at it, he explained: "Too long time has passed, and some items inside are not protected, and they will be destroyed if they are taken out like this."

"Oh!"

　A friend left this chapter saying that the author changed the name of the remnant soul of the mountain god to "Zhong Wenyong" to make it more mediocre.

　　
　
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