Taoist chanting

Chapter 165 Sending the mountain god away from Yin and Yang, I have a guilty conscience

Zhang Wenfeng silently took out the altar table from the holding space, covered it with a plain cloth, placed the incense burner candlestick, the small three offerings of rice, water, wine, etc., lit a white candle and inserted it.

Seeing above the ruins of the temple, Zhong Wenyong seemed to be in a daze, the black mist scattered all over his body, and there were traces of yellow light lingering.

He sighed silently, formidable and shrewd as a mountain god, he also has hundreds of years of obsession and puzzlement.

When things come to an end, when it is a matter of life and death, he sinks into himself.

Looking at the small hourglass he brought, it was half a quarter of an hour before the three quarters of the ion positive and the auspicious time of Yin, but the God of the Mountain was in such a state that he couldn't wait any longer, and there would be a big problem if he waited any longer, so he picked up a few pieces of paper money on the table, Throw it into the air casually.

When the night wind blows, the paper money turns into a ball of fire and rolls downwind.

Zhang Wenfeng recited "The Sutra of Chang Qing Jing said by the Supreme Master".

The soothing sound of scriptures resounded high and low in Heijihuzhou, and the invisible calm energy slowly spread from his body.

Zhong Wenyong, who was immersed in his obsession, was washed away by waves of weak breaths of pure heart, and after a long time, he slowly re-condensed into a human form, sitting cross-legged in the air, pinching a strange magic formula with both hands, his body shone with a dark yellow brilliance.

Zhang Wenfeng wiped off his sweat, and finally called back the troubled mountain god, and continued to throw the guide money paper.

He wanted to enter the underworld for Zhong Wenyong and sweep away all disturbances.

The sound of scriptures continued to sound, and he no longer consumed his spirit and Yuan Qi, and the calm energy affected Zhong Wenyong.

No need, click to the end, since Zhong Wenyong broke free, he doesn't need help.

He uses his own pure mind to spread out to influence others, and it was a rare application he mastered by chance in the training hall last time.

In the twinkling of an eye, when it was auspicious time, Zhang Wenfeng twirled three sticks of incense sticks, lit them with Yuan Qi, and chanted the scriptures in his mouth, which was converted into "Taishangdong Xuanlingbao Tianzun Said the Wonderful Sutra of Rescue Suffering and Escape Sin".

The rhyme changed suddenly, full of compassionate tone.

The darkness between heaven and earth seems to be washed thoroughly with the recitation of scriptures.

There are several ghostly fires coming from a distance, hearing the sound.

Zhong Wenyong sat cross-legged in the air, influenced by the lingering incense, and remained motionless.

Holding wooden chopsticks in his right hand, Zhang Wenfeng tapped and danced on the sacrifices, rice, and drinks, completing the ceremony like a flowing cloud.

Toss paper money, recite scriptures, and keep blessing the remnant soul of Zhong Wenyong who is sitting upright.

The subtle invisible power gradually accumulates.

The wandering souls who came from far and near in twos and threes followed Yinhunxiang to the underworld.

Until no more ghosts appeared, the incense sticks were changed three times, and the sound of the scriptures repeated several times. Zhong Wenyong stood up, and there was a thin yellow light flickering on the chest of his blurred figure, which gradually disappeared and disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng waved his left hand, drew a square, deep and blurred ghost gate, backed away slowly, stretched out his hand in ancient etiquette and smiled as an invitation.

The acquaintance, help, and fellowship in just over a month, they are regarded as teachers and friends, even if they feel complicated and reluctant, they have to send them into the realm of the underworld with their own hands.

Zhong Wenyong flipped his wide sleeves and bowed his hands in salute.

He experienced obsession to complete his state of mind, and was blessed with incense and scriptures, hiding a trace of Su Hui in the depths of his soul.

Going here, no matter how windy and rough the waves are, and the wind erodes his soul, he is already fearless.

Zhang Wenfeng hugged the incense into his fist, smiled and recited sutras, and then returned the gift. As he waved his hand, the paper money on the altar was flying all over the sky. With the incense mist curling up, it turned into rounds of flames and drifted in all directions, as gorgeous as fireworks.

Zhong Wenyong laughed and strode, stepped into the gate of hell and left without leaving a single word.

If there is an afterlife, we will meet each other sometime, so what's the benefit of talking more?
If you go to sink into ignorance and lose your wisdom, what's the use of talking more?Suddenly sad, just hypocritical.

The gate of ghosts slowly disappeared into the night sky. Zhang Wenfeng held the incense sticks and saluted in all directions, put the incense sticks into the burner, sat cross-legged on the ground, continued to chant the scriptures, waved his hands from time to time, and threw the paper money on the altar table to burn them off.

In the dark, he felt that this was more or less able to help the mountain god who entered the realm of the underworld to face everything alone.

He treats his friends with sincerity, even though Yin and Yang are separated.

The winter is cold and frosty, the sound of scriptures is sung half the night in the barren lake island, and the rooster crows. After the fifth watch, the darkest moment between heaven and earth passes, the sun gradually grows, and the sky begins to stop when a line of fish belly is exposed.

Zhang Wenfeng packed up his things and set off on the way back with the donkey and young badger who had been patrolling the lakeside all night through the white frost.

"My Lord, is he your friend?"

"Yes, and no."

Very complicated relationship, not just as simple as friends.

"He is chattering, and every time he glances at me, it scares the donkey."

"You think too much, you are with me, he will not harm you."

Zhong Wenyong once suggested that the donkey should learn the methods of Shinto, but Zhang Wenfeng firmly rejected it. He just wanted the donkey to be its donkey hero happily, and he didn't want to get involved in too much Shinto karma.

So what if you can learn a great skill?

He knew that Zhong Wenyong was thinking for him and wanted to become a loyal helper for him.

He didn't need it, the donkey was his partner, not a puppet who did what he was told.

"Oh, I think he's weird, not a decent person."

The donkey babbled, talking east and west, all the way to Jinshanmen Memorial Archway.

The sky was slightly bright, and there were seven or eight apprentices fully dressed, getting up early and running along the short hills in the morning breeze.

The donkey's ears pricked up, its four hooves stood on the ground, and the donkey left the temple master behind. It ran away with the dozing young badger on its back. It liked to chase and play with the apprentices the most.

The preaching of the Lord is the light on its way forward.

But it doesn’t need to follow the road all the time, it really likes the viewer’s telling it that “act on a whim, Taoism is at ease”, it is simply tailor-made for it.

Straightforward, comfortable, how beautiful.

Zhang Wenfeng returned to the top of the mountain alone, the second senior brother and Yue Anyan had just finished their morning class.

After saying hello, Zhang Wenfeng waved his hands and said with a smile: "Go ahead, you don't need to stay for a meal, I want to rest all morning."

Opening the door of the West Palace, he went straight in, leaving the two of them with a somewhat bleak and heavy back.

The second senior brother and Yue Anyan looked at each other, the host hadn't returned all night, his expression seemed to be very tired, there was a trace of unconcealable sadness hidden in his smile, what happened?
Yue Anyan was a little worried.

The temple master is very thoughtful, and he will not reveal the things he refuses to say no matter how he asks.

"donkey!"

She suddenly thought, the second senior brother who was scratching his head transmitted the word, and the two flew down the mountain.

The Guanzhu chooses to act in secret, but most of the time he takes his donkey with him.

In the quiet room of the West Palace, Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on a straw futon, holding in his hand a black vase that concealed its luster and looked very ordinary.

If Zhong Wenyong opened his mouth, he could actually stay. He didn't have to enter the underworld to find a chance of reincarnation.

Neither of them mentioned the matter of staying the remnant soul and using the divine way to restore the soul and restore the cultivation base.

The opinion of each other has become an unavoidable hurdle between them!
Holding the wooden bottle, Zhang Wenfeng indulged his mood and howled to the sky a few times. In order to stick to his own limit and Zhong Wenyong to fulfill his morality, he knew it well and chose to walk a thorny road that might not have an afterlife without hesitation! !
"Ahhh!"

The voice is hoarse like a wolf.

Falling back to the ground, he was tired and needed a good night's sleep.

When he woke up, he was the calm and calm temple master with a gentle smile.

With Zhizhu in his hand, it seems that nothing can stop him.

In fact, the only one who knows the pain in his heart is self-knowledge, and he regards all difficulties as a sharpening stone on the road of practice.

A stone file is used to sharpen the heart mirror, which is unforgettable and painful.

At the foot of the short mountain, the second senior brother stopped Wei Jingjie, who got up early to exercise, and asked the young man to ring the wake-up bell hanging in the corridor of Qingzheng Bieyuan. It was time for the apprentices to get up.

He and Yue Anyan blocked the donkey that was about to slip away, and confronted the donkey with long ears.

"Lu Zijin, where did the temple master take you last night? Tell the truth, when the temple master came back this morning, he seemed a little out of sorts. He felt sad and couldn't keep it from me. Something must have happened? You tell us, we can enlighten the viewer later and untie his knots, otherwise you will be sad for a long time."

Yue Anyan's expression was gentle, and he analyzed and discussed.

The donkey rolled his eyes, looked at the second senior brother, then at Yue Anyan, then shook his head.

The viewer only took it out because of its trust. It is a tight-lipped donkey hero.

With a dodge, he dodged the hands of the second senior brother who were about to grab its neck, and his enchanting figure was embraced by Yue Anyan. He was extremely fast, without touching the ground, and disappeared into the woods after a few vertical leaps.

The two shook their heads and smiled wryly. The donkey's light body skills were so good that they couldn't catch up.

Seeing this scene, the other running apprentices were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

The docile donkey who often played with them turned out to run so fast. Could it be that the rumored mountain guardian spirit beast is true?
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　It took several hours to get this chapter done, revised and changed, and the relationship between men is also difficult to write.

　　
　
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