Taoist chanting

Chapter 184 The troublesome witchcraft

After talking with Jin Daochang for a while, Wu Ganping said a few words to help.

Daoist Jin was very forthright, and promised to go back and report the truth, and to help Zhang Wenfeng gain a buffer time of a year and a half. He secretly revealed that it was the intention of Zhoucheng to ask Guanzhu Zhang to improve his cultivation as much as possible, and prepare for the trip to the Broken Moon Demon Forest. Prepare.

Seeing Daoist Jin away, Zhang Wenfeng felt helpless in his heart.

Taoist cultivator is at ease, facing the strength of the upper class, there is no freedom at all, how can he resist?Even if he doesn't have the official identity of a law enforcement guard, he is just an ordinary person, and the upper echelon has named him, and he is in Da'an territory, can he still not go?

Without showing any emotion on his face, he returned to the hall and sat down.

Wu Ganping said a few words of consolation, "Heal your wounds with peace of mind first. While you have time, buy more pills to assist in your cultivation. When you advance to the Gradient Realm, invite a few experts to accompany you. No matter how dangerous the ghosts on the ancient battlefield of the Broken Moon Demon Forest are, Security should be carefree."

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists to express his thanks, masters are not so easy to invite, he very much agrees with Master Wu's words.

Yun Qiuhe changed into a new set of clothes and walked in the door, and said with a smile: "Count me in, I just want to go out for a trip, and go to the Broken Moon Demon Forest to learn more, it's pretty good."

Wu Ganping didn't want to talk about this topic with Yun Qiuhe, and it would give Fu Gujing a headache. He didn't want to be a villain, so he said in a different way: "Junior Sister Yun, tell us about the process of intercepting and killing the second-level martial artist. Hurry back, don't have time to say more."

"There is nothing to say, that guy is not bad, and... in the few towns he passed along the way, he was not as vicious as the Wuxiu he encountered before. Block him on the river island, fall into the formation, and ignore Shi Daochang's persuasion to surrender, until he falls down, he is considered a man."

Yun Qiuhe was not very interested, so he said a few simple words before explaining the past.

Wu Ganping nodded slightly: "It's from Chiwu."

The red witch is different from the black witch, he already has some understanding, and he warned: "From now on, no matter whether you meet a white witch, a red witch or a black witch, as long as it is a witch cultivator, it is our deadly enemy. You must not have any thoughts of sympathy, otherwise It's me who suffers."

"Got it, I'm not that stupid."

Yun Qiuhe stretched out his left hand to brush his side hair, revealing the white jade bracelet on his wrist.

Zhang Wenfeng stood up coughing, cupped his fists and said goodbye, he needed to go back to recuperate.

Yun Qiuhe followed and walked out, saying: "I'm going to Qingzheng Bieyuan, Guanzhu Zhang, your injury seems to be a little serious, why don't you ask a doctor to take a look at it?"

She was worried about the situation on the road, so she specially escorted her, and it was not a good thing to be targeted by Wu Xiu's guy.

Wu Ganping sent it to the door and said, "Jin Taoist priest promised to invite Dr. Ji Shixi to come over."

"Sister Ji is very skilled in medicine. Last time, she helped me with a diagnosis and treatment. After taking three doses of medicine, I was cured. I was just about to ask her."

Yun Qiuhe was relieved.

Returning to the site of Xianlingguan, Yun Qiuhe went to the Qingzheng other courtyard in Aishan.

Zhang Wenfeng went back to the bamboo building near the Lingquan water pool, walked into the well-restored room on the second floor, bolted the door, sat cross-legged on a futon, and spent a lot of time in meditation. After practicing for about half an hour, he suddenly coughed violently, and the practice was interrupted. The breath surged.

It took some time to calm down, and at this moment he felt that the situation was not good.

He knows medicine, but he can't do anything about his own condition. He doesn't know the healing methods of monks.

Looking inside the lungs, he could detect a few wisps of strange breath entangled in the right chest and lungs. He tried to mobilize his own energy to get rid of it, but found that there was no way to do it.

Forget it, let's wait until Doctor Ji from the county town arrives.

There is a specialization in surgery, he dare not try indiscriminately, if the condition worsens, it will be troublesome.

He stood up, went downstairs to the place where he planted the seeds, and injected different amounts of breath into the three seeds.

Walking slowly around the Lingquan, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy through breathing, recovering the loss of cultivation base, relaxing the mood, coughing occasionally, and then stopping the practice, it will not cause much impact.

He didn't attend the evening class, coughed a few times from time to time, it was not suitable for him to go to the main hall to pay respects.

Meditate and chant scriptures by yourself in the quiet room, and finish homework stumbling.

After tossing around like this all night, his cultivation base and spiritual consciousness have recovered a lot. He can't concentrate on his cultivation and homework, so he can only write and draw after breakfast, distracting his attention and chatting for entertainment.

However, it is quite different from the usual drawing and painting. There is an unbearable impatience between the brushwork and ink painting. I am very dissatisfied after reading it. I put down the pen and took a few steps back. Zhang Wenfeng coughed and smiled wryly.

The heart is restless, the mind is uneasy, and all the wind and clouds return to their original form at once.

The "Qing Xin Jue" which is less than a hundred words can be recited silently. After trying it a few times and not thinking about it, I can finish it smoothly.

Picking up the pen again, smearing ink on the rice paper while reciting scriptures, this time I feel much better, interrupted by occasional coughing, at least the paper will not be full of anger, and the pen and ink will be hideous and ugly.

My mood gradually calmed down, I took a new piece of rice paper, and drew an abstract painting rendered in layers of ink and wash.

It looks like a mountain, like a dark cloud, like a black tree, but when you look closely, it is actually nothing.

It's just a pile of ink blots, he is purely for fun.

Yun Qiuhe walked in accompanied by a woman in a plain gray sermon robe. Seeing Guanzhu Zhang painting, she rushed to appreciate it, but she was greatly disappointed by what Zhang Guanzhu painted.

There are no mountains, rivers, stones and trees, no flowers, birds, ink and lotus, and no artistic conception can be seen.

It's like a five-year-old boy scribbling.

Zhang Wenfeng put down his pen, turned around and clasped his fists to the woman who was carrying a brown-yellow wooden medical box and saluted: "Zhang Wenfeng has met Daoist Ji, please come here, the journey is hard, and blessings will be born to the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the county town to wait, but Yun Qiuhe volunteered yesterday, saying that he would invite Ji Shixi who arrived at the Fairy Spirit Temple, and let him stay on the mountain safely without running back and forth.

"Guardian Zhang is polite, and Daozu is merciful to his duty!"

Ji Shixi was about the same age as Yue Anyan, with a handsome appearance and a light temperament of a doctor.

Seeing that the two were talking, Yun Qiuhe asked, "Guanzhu Zhang, is there any artistic conception in this ink painting of yours? Why can't I understand it?" She was embarrassed to say that the painting looked like a joke.

It's right not to understand.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed. For abstract paintings, the artistic conception and meaning are mostly made up after painting. He said casually: "The river of fleeting years is dark, and the past is bright in the moonlight."

He stretched out his hand to invite Ji Shixi, signaling to put down the medical box and sit down, he couldn't help coughing a few times.

Ji Shixi glanced at the doodles on the desk, and she could see that the well-known Guanzhu Zhang had a close relationship with Yun Qiuhe, and the two spoke casually and informally.

Yun Qiuhe murmured: "Can't you see where there is 'emptiness'? It's so crowded that it's really dark."

Zhang Wenfeng scooped up water to wash his hands, and said: "Impenetrable air is also a kind of 'emptiness', black and white can sometimes be seen upside down. Fellow Daoist Yun, please help me boil water and cook tea for guests. I cough all the time. Not very convenient."

Yun Qiuhe was confused when she heard it, she was a little suspicious, was Zhang Guanzhu's mind broken by that second-level martial artist yesterday?Instead of hurting the lungs.

Seeing Ji Shixi who was sitting down smiling, she suddenly realized that she was being played seriously by Guanzhu Zhang.

This is obviously a useless painting, so mysterious that she almost believed it.

"I'll help him take a look here later."

Yun Qiuhe made a fire with charcoal to boil water, and pointed to his forehead.

Ji Shixi smiled, but didn't respond.

Zhang Wenfeng sat down and briefly told Ji Shixi about his injury yesterday. Under Ji Shixi's gesture, he rolled up his sleeves and put his left wrist flat on the handle of the seat.

He removed and put away the dust-cleaning robe, inner armor, law enforcement guard wristbands, wrist blades and other items in advance.

Ji Shixi stretched out three fingers to rest on the veins on his wrist, and said: "Try to be calm, and don't hold back when you want to cough." Close your eyes slightly, and focus on your pulse.

During this period, Zhang Wenfeng turned his head sideways and coughed twice.

Ji Shixi withdrew his fingers, stood up and searched for a while where Zhang Wenfeng's right back was injured.

"It's the 'Red Silk Witch Curse' that has penetrated into the heart. Guanzhu Zhang should have a magic weapon that blocked most of the attacks. The shock injury is not serious. I can use a needle to pull out most of the witch spells, but I can't break the roots. This kind of witch spells It’s very troublesome, it goes deep into the heart, and there are only two ways to fully recover.”

"Please say!"

"One is Guanzhu Zhang, you have advanced to the Gradient Realm, Yuan Qi can be subtly circulated in the viscera, and the troubles will be solved easily. The other is that Guanzhu Zhang has learned a wood fire spell. The 'Red Silk Witch' is gold, and it will take some time to use wood. The fire roasts, drives away the gold and resolves."

Another way is to ask the doctor in the free environment to easily remove the difficult red silk witch spell.

But at present, there are only [-] monks in the Freedom Realm in the Da'an Dynasty. How can there be any Freedom Realm Doctors?Even if there is, it is difficult to move, so this method is not worth mentioning.

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(End of this chapter)