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Chapter 114 Chanting Sutras Adds New Supernatural Powers

Walking in the dark on the ridge path in the wilderness.

Occasionally chatting a few words, the three of them rushed to Banni Lake and it was almost midnight.

Walking to the gate of the wooden fence where the torches were set up and the bonfire was lit, he showed his token to the two yamen servants on duty. Zhang Wenfeng led the two of them to the brightly lit east lake island.

From far away, came Fu Gujing's greeting:
"Brother Zhang is here, please hurry up!"

"Brother Laofu has been waiting for a long time."

Zhang Wenfeng went to Huzhou, which was guarded by Fu Gujing and two men from the Daolu branch.

Fu Gujing greeted the second senior brother and Yue Anyan, said a few gossips, and said: "In the daytime, we dug up four corpse breeding grounds to eliminate hidden dangers. In other places, there are ghost cases that are difficult to handle, and I come to ask you to help."

"The two Venerable Masters praised me. I am so insignificant that I can't get on the stage. It's not worth mentioning. There are masters who can supersede ghosts everywhere. How can I, an outsider, make a move?"

Zhang Wenfeng said politely and modestly.

He came here in the morning, and in front of the two masters from the county town, he showed his extraordinary ability, so he planned to focus on the entire county town area. After all, Xiling County is too small.

Practice as early as possible, since you have discovered that your own cultivation and supernatural powers have a lot to do with merit.

Why did he suppress and act secretly?

With a better understanding of the current practice world, at least within the scope of the Da'an Dynasty, as a Taoist monk, and he officially joined the Daolu branch as a Dharma guard, he has found a serious official status, which is very convenient. few.

Don't have so many scruples.

He seemed to ask casually: "The two masters went back to the city to rest?"

"Didn't Nihu Village have a lot of houses vacant? They cleaned them up. The Master said that they would rest nearby, so they don't have to travel back and forth. All the people who were transferred here to work here have settled down in Nihu Village."

Fu Gujing gestured to the village two or three miles away to the north, and then asked: "Brother Zhang, look at these items, are they prepared to your liking?"

Zhang Wenfeng briefly inspected the items covered by the tarpaulin on the ground, nodded and said, "It's ok."

First move the square table, go around the excavated subsidence, go to the highest place remaining in the river island, place the table level, other people move the remaining items, spread the plain offering cloth, and install the incense burner facing west.

Put out offerings, water, wine, and rice, and burn three sticks of white wax and insert them into the incense burner.

Light three sticks of incense sticks, dance with the left hand in the air, and chant words in rhyme.

Pick up a pair of wooden chopsticks with your right hand, tap them three times on the small three animal offerings, tap once in the wine cup, tap once on the white rice, and place it in the middle of the first white bowl on the left that is full of rice from the tomb, with the tip of the chopsticks facing the west, and take another Take the second pair and the third pair of chopsticks according to the law and place them in their respective positions.

Following his vague recitation, the incense mist curled up in the air.

Countless remnant souls, evil spirits, and ghosts seemed to be summoned from somewhere, and they emerged from the ground and the surface of the lake one after another, circling in low altitudes, and the sacrifices, wine, and rice gradually faded.

The several miles around the half-mud lake suddenly became ghostly.

The fire flickered, and the wind gusts.

The patrolling men of the Daolu branch, the county government officers and the government servants all had insufficient eyeballs, shrunk their necks, and did not dare to move easily. The timid ones were trembling and their teeth were shaking. Dare to pull out the weapon at his waist to strengthen his courage, for fear of offending ghosts.

Too much!
Why are there so many ghosts in this place?

The back of the head is chilly, and the creepy feeling will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Zhang Wenfeng inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner, and all the strange howling and whining sounds immediately quieted down.

This is the soul-inducing incense, which he uses to drive many ghosts to appear.

This incense mist will also be used to guide ghosts into the realm of the underworld.

He is not going to open the gate of ghosts tonight, and spends more time reciting scriptures to free all the ghosts nearby, helping them to get rid of their pain and wandering. He has been instructed by Bai Wuchang, and as a temporary ghost messenger, he has enough time, and chanting scriptures at night can still attract ghosts.

With a deep and solemn voice, he said slowly: "The ghosts walk at night, strangers avoid them!"

He took out another yellow talisman, handed it to the second brother on the left who was about to retreat, and said, "Put this on, and help me burn road money for the ghosts on the side."

Yue Anyan is a woman, women belong to yin, and her senior sister's Taoism is far from the point where she turns into a man, so she is not suitable to be a helper in supernatural rituals.

Fu Gujing was also startled when she saw the many colored fires floating in the low sky like stars.

This semi-mud lake is too dirty, so it has to be renamed Ghost Lake. Brother Zhang is really good at summoning many ghosts from the ground.

With a wave of his hand, the other two men with discolored faces and Yue Anyan hurriedly followed Xiahuzhou to the north.

The other Taoist soldiers, policemen, and yamen servants who did not dare to move, got a voice transmission from Mr. Fu, and retreated to the north as soon as they were pardoned.

This place is really not for people, it's scary.

Zhang Wenfeng untied the black cloth bag around his waist, took out the shoumin bottle, peeled off the yellow talisman, placed the black bottle under the wooden table, covered it with the hem of the offering cloth, and the second senior brother lit the paper money on the soil in the north and burned it .

"Enough is enough, don't be greedy!"

Zhang Wenfeng warned Zhong Wenyong who was hiding in the bottle via sound transmission.

Those two Graduating Realm monks from the county may have been watching from a distance, he didn't want to cause trouble.

"rest assured!"

Zhong Wenyong answered the word "simple" through voice transmission.

Zhang Wenfeng walked around, and began to recite "Taishangdongxuan Lingbao Tianzun Said the Wonderful Sutra of Rescue Suffering and Escape Sin", with a soothing tone, no longer the urging like yesterday when he was fighting in the daytime.

With the sound of the scriptures, the incense mist swayed left and right, gradually rising and rising, and submerged in the darkness.

Many ghosts moved after hearing the sound and slowly gathered in this area.

The sound of the scriptures is soft and slow, washing away the hostility formed by the ghosts trapped here, and the fragrance mist drifts away invisible, guiding the ghosts to follow them to the underworld.

Two or three miles to the north, Song Suxing and Jiang Ting let the policemen and yamen servants who were approaching put out the torches in their hands, and stopped in silence.

More than ten people stood quietly in the darkness.

After listening carefully for a while, Song Suxing suddenly asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Yue, what sutra is Guanzhu Zhang reciting?"

The phonological rhythm is so strange and simple, I have never heard of it before.

Yue Anyan bowed slightly, and replied: "I don't know either. At that time, my master said that I am a woman, and I am not suitable for studying Buddhist rituals." She pushed it cleanly.

Song Suxing said "Oh", and didn't ask any further questions. He watched the green will-o'-the-wisps hovering over the lake island in the distance, slowly decreasing, and he couldn't see the details clearly.

It is impossible for him to cast spells to see.

It is a taboo thing that damages Yin morality by disturbing other people's practices.

Zhang Wenfeng kept walking and chanting behind the altar. He deliberately chanted vaguely. As long as the phonology of the scriptures was read accurately, the effect would be the same.

Most of the ghosts in the air have disappeared.

Seeing that the incense stick in the censer was about to burn out, he re-lit three more. It didn't matter if the candle was extinguished, the incense mist could not be stopped.

He bent down and took back the bottle of shoumin from under the desk, still sealed it with the yellow talisman, and put it back in the black bag.

The agreement with Zhong Wenyong is a time limit of one stick of incense.

He couldn't understand what method Zhong Wenyong used. On the ground, the bottle didn't float out, and through the thick rocks, he could absorb the power of the incense buried below. During his chanting, he distractedly glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness. There is a thin line of dark yellow air, which is injected into the bottle along the bottom of the bottle.

Incidentally completing a deal, Zhang Wenfeng let go of his mind.

He focused more on chanting sutras, patiently overcoming the remaining souls and ghosts with the most resentment.

With the chanting of the scriptures, his mind became quiet, and the sound of his scriptures became more mellow and cadenced, which coincided with some kind of heavenly truth.

The scriptures are like unpolluted water in the world, washing away the tyrannical malice of ghosts, dispelling their anxiety, and soothing their emotions. As time passed, the number of ghosts hovering in the sky decreased one by one, and finally all disappeared with the fragrance mist.

The wind dissipated, and the whimpering finally fell silent.

The filth around the Banni Lake has been eliminated, and a peaceful atmosphere gradually grows in the sky and the earth.

In a trance, Zhang Wenfeng's consciousness seemed to have paused for a moment, and when he regained consciousness, he supported the altar with both hands.

A wisp of residual smoke in the incense burner in front of him was rising and dissipating, and the incense sticks were burned out.

The second brother still squatted aside without saying a word, silently burning paper money four by four.

Zhang Wenfeng straightened his body, first checked his cultivation base, there was not much change, and then looked inside the sea of ​​consciousness, he saw a second line of clear golden text appearing in the ancient book:
"A name can be a name, but it is not a permanent name."

In the darkness, the halo of golden seal characters flowed, and the rhyme was endless. A wood-like supernatural power called "Intertwined Root Curse" was reflected in his mind along with the flow of words.

A slight smile appeared on Zhang Wenfeng's face.

He believes that efforts will be rewarded, and inaction is a kind of truth and a state of mind, not his current pursuit.

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(End of this chapter)