Taoist chanting

chapter 177

Send the donkey back with the letter first, so as not to worry about the brothers, Zhang Wenfeng stayed in Qingshui Temple for three more days.

He helped Chen Qingqiao in front of and behind the Taoist temple, repeatedly deduced and calculated, and arranged several wooden gossip formations with a range of nine feet. This is the limit of what he can arrange at present. If the formation is larger, the difficulty will double, and he can't do anything.

Qingshui Temple has a lot of wealth, and used more than [-] spiritual energy stones for the formation.

Apart from being called poor, Chen Qingqiao can still afford it.

When we returned, the snow was melting, the sky cleared, and the blue sky seemed to have been washed clean.

Zhang Wenfeng carried a bag of Chen Qingqiao to thank him for the transcripts of classic books, such a sincere gift, there is no reason to refuse, he smiled and said goodbye.

Back in front of the mountain gate, he smiled back at the neatly dressed apprentices on duty under the archway.

I didn't come back for a few days, so I built a flat two-foot-wide gravel road leading to the foot of the mountain, and another gravel path leading to Qingzheng Bieyuan and Wei Xingde's new courtyard in the east forest. It looks neat and comfortable.

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't afford to set foot on the muddy road. He guessed that the second senior brother listened to Master Wu who came here last night and said something polite like "Xianling Temple already has the atmosphere of an independent sect", and the second senior brother, who is like a housekeeper, cared Now, with many long meals, energetic apprentices big and small are paving the way with stones, and they want to move up and down the mountain gate to create some new atmosphere.

The donkey came up from the stream, grinning and baring its teeth.

"Monastery, what good things are you carrying? Did you bring wine?"

Zhang Wenfeng took out a jug of wine from one of the bags and stuffed it into the empty basket on the donkey's shoulder.

This guy's dream of being a hero has not yet come true, he drank a lot of wine, and took out a bag of fruit bought passing by the town, stuffed it into another basket, the little badger rarely slept in it, and said: "Qingzheng other courtyard sounds so Lively, don't you go to play?"

"Lu Huan has been sleeping in the cave for two days."

The donkey got a jug of wine, ran back clattering, and answered in a wrong way.

I don't know how it will take out the jar and drink the sealed wine?
Zhang Wenfeng immediately understood that the mountain badger was about to advance, and the donkey had to guard it to be at ease. In less than three months, the mountain badger was about to advance to the middle stage of the first level, because he asked him to eat a few streamer crystal sands for the sake?

The little demon's body hasn't fully grown yet, so how fast can he level up?
Thinking about it, Zhang Wenfeng walked into Qingzheng Bieyuan with two bags, and when he saw the woman who was the most lively hawk in the field, she nodded with a smile as a greeting.

Yue Anyan walked a few steps from the corridor, greeted the host, and reached out to take the two snacks wrapped in oil paper that the host handed her.

The more you eat, the more you get used to it.

Every time the temple master goes out, most of them will bring her special snacks from each shop.

Zhang Wenfeng handed over another cloth bag book, and said with a smile, "You can read the souvenirs presented by Chen Guanzhu for a while."

Yue Anyan took the bag, and opened it to see that it was full of books, which were books about formations, medicine refining, spiritual planting, etc. He had never seen before, and he smiled from ear to ear, and said: "Chen Guanzhu is too polite. , this gift is well thought out."

Yun Qiuhe flew from the middle of the field to the corridor in one step, and randomly appointed the tallest Wei Jingjie to be the eagle instead of her, and she bluntly called: "Where's mine?"

He stretched out his hand, begging for a gift face to face.

Zhang Wenfeng took out a pack of fresh oranges bought from a shop in the town from the cloth bag, and handed it to the teacher Ke Qing who was in charge of leading the apprentices to play, and asked casually, "Are you healed from your injury? Why don't you rest for a while?"

Yun Qiuhe glanced at Yue Anyan's closed book bag and the preserved fruit oil paper bag in her hand. She broke open an orange, bit half of it, and said vaguely, "Good morning, I have a little injury, it doesn't matter."

She was sour in her heart, and looked at her junior brother, every time she came back from the house, she would bring snacks for her senior sister.

I heard Yue Anyan mentioned it once in a while, but this time she caught her right.

Then look at my brother who is nagging and annoying and has never brought her a gift. The gap is so big yesterday?
After getting a bag of gifts, she flew into the arena in one step and greeted: "Come and eat oranges, it's not enough. One for two, the rest is mine."

The little ones swarmed in, all happy, some sweet-mouthed shouting "Daozhang Yun is the best", "We all like Daozhang Yun", coaxing Yun Qiuhe to the point where he doesn't even have the image of a lecturer. All ten were exposed.

A little black and skinny girl in a loose thick padded jacket, small in stature, with sluggish hands and feet, squeezed in to pick up half a big orange with skin, then quickly got out of the crowd, ran to the sidelines like a treasure, and got through the wooden fence in the corridor In the gap, he raised his head and handed it to the temple master and Yue Anyan, and said in a soft voice, "Monastery master, Daoist Yue, please eat oranges!"

Zhang Wenfeng took the orange with a smile in his eyes, squeezed a piece into his mouth, ate it, and handed it to Yue Anyan.

"Shui Qingru, have you practiced sword seriously these few days?"

"Returning to Guanzhu, I practice every day, [-] strokes of the flat prick every day, divided into morning and evening practice, and I have not been lazy."

The little girl heard that the chief examiner was more practiced, and immediately became cautious, stood up straight, and answered seriously.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, "You can become a master only if you endure hardships. Practice kung fu and swordsmanship, if you persevere, you will definitely gain something." After saying a few words, he picked up his bag and walked towards the dining hall.

Yue Anyan also ate a piece, stuffed the rest of the orange to the little girl, and said with a smile: "Have you remembered what the Lord said? Don't envy others who have found a sense of energy. You just keep practicing. Don't practice too hard, and don't let it go." Don't practice laziness."

The little girl blinked her big eyes, "Little girl, remember, you have to suffer!"

Yue Anyan stroked the little girl's bun, "Go ahead, just play when it's time to play."

The little girl ate the oranges and ran into the playground to play.

Zhang Wenfeng walked to the dining hall, handed the snacks he bought to Uncle Lame, stood there and said a few words, and went to the tea room in the southeast courtyard with empty hands. Yue Anyan was already boiling water, and when the fragrance of tea overflowed, Yun Qiuhe A scent of oranges wafts in.

After drinking a cup of tea, Yun Qiuhe said with a serious expression, "My Lord, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter? Tell me first."

It was rare for Zhang Wenfeng to see Yun Qiuhe so solemn, put down his tea cup and asked.

"Last time, two monks died in our Daolu branch. He Wen left a child who is 13 years old this year. They are orphans and widows. The tribe wants to play with their pension money, and so does Mrs. He." She has a weak personality, and her dead husband's bones are not yet cold. She cries at home all day long, not knowing how to deal with it.

The child’s name is He He. I went to mourn with some people from the Daolu branch yesterday. The child is not afraid of trouble. In the mourning hall, he revealed all the scandals of his uncle and uncle bullying them. Please let us help him decide.

I was so angry that I almost beat those shameless people to death... Mrs. He and the others couldn't live in the village after such incidents happened. I promised to find a place for them to live in peace. Mrs. He is very diligent, She has only one request, unwilling to be separated from the child.

Don't worry, that child has the aptitude for the fire movement. He Wen took the child to the Daolu branch for a test a long time ago. It was Mrs. He who was reluctant to let the child go to Lao He's old Taoist temple to practice. It took almost three months, or I would Wouldn't have thought of it here. "

Yun Qiuhe was still a little angry when he said it.

She didn't expect that the matter of being out of business would happen right under her nose.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded and said with a smile: "I will say hello to the second senior brother later. I will build a house near the courtyard of Wei Xingde's house as soon as possible and find a few more people. I can move in in a few days. Mrs. He is here to help with some work." , I can see the child sooner or later, so I have to make it clear to her in advance that the child must live in the Qingzheng other courtyard together, and cannot be treated specially."

"No problem, as long as she can see her son every day, she is willing no matter how hard or tired she is. In fact, the money in their hands can guarantee a lifetime of food and clothing. There is no problem at all. That child has a heart, can read, and has read a few books. , he wants to practice Taoism and inherit his father's wishes, and he is unwilling to buy a small house in the city to live his whole life."

After the matter was settled, Yun Qiuhe stopped drinking tea, got up and walked outside in a hurry, saying: "I'll tell them, so that Mrs. He won't worry about sleeping well. By the way, Master, I will go to the city tomorrow. Divide the spoils!"

People have flown out of the corridor.

Divide the spoils?

Seeing the smile in the senior sister's eyes, Zhang Wenfeng explained: "It's for sharing the spoils, Yun Qiuhe talks indiscriminately."

He caught a glimpse of Yue Anyan's raised left hand cuff, protruding half of a green object. It was a praying mantis. If it weren't for the two thin beards that were alive and slightly swaying, he would have thought it was a jade ornament.

Praying mantises don't live in winter, so the mantis raised by Yue Anyan is obviously different.

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(End of this chapter)