Taoist chanting

Chapter 283 Treasure Hunting in the Mountains and Hearing the Noise

The morning breeze on the top of the mountain is cool, and the mist is lingering here and there, floating in the mountains and forests.

Mo Ye stood barefoot on the edge of the rocky canyon, his hair was like a waterfall, and his figure was floating like a fairy. Looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountains, the chirping of birds gradually died down as the sky brightened.

The donkey who got up early ran diligently on the slopes of the mountains in the distance, searching up and down, sniffing here and digging there.

Zhang Wenfeng meticulously burned incense and chanted scriptures, finished his morning class, and simply ate his dry food for breakfast. He stood up and straightened his crumpled Taoist robe and hair bun. object space.

Walking five feet away from Mo Ye, they looked side by side at the changing mist in the mountains in the distance.

The sun rises slowly from the sea of ​​clouds in the east. The morning sun is red and not dazzling, coating the two people with a brilliant warm color. The leaves and grass tips in the mountains reflect the sun heavily with dew, and the bright colors reflect the brilliant colors. The scenery is unique.

Neither of them spoke, immersed in their own feelings, enjoying the rare fresh morning breeze.

After a long time, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly regained his senses from the tranquility of nature. This feeling made him intoxicated and relaxed, and the remaining wounds in his internal organs caused by the sword confrontation with He Guangjun healed completely without realizing it.

Seeing a donkey grinning at him in the distance, he stepped forward step by step, stepping into the air and walking forward step by step.

He didn't greet the woman with the hairpin beside him, for fear of disturbing her purity.

Mo Ye followed unhurriedly. She just experienced a state of emptiness in the human world, a state of lightness and nothingness. The time was extremely short, and the "eye" in the sky was not disturbed. I can't figure out how to do it, only a little guesswork.

She has been stuck at the gate of the eighth-level majestic realm for more than two thousand years. After passing through it, she will be able to enter the ninth-level imperial realm.

The majestic state conflicts with her own yin and cold attributes, and it can be said that it conflicts with all high-level ghost cultivators and soul cultivators in the underworld.

But no matter how difficult it is, you have to go on. Since ancient times, there have been thousands of roads to cultivate immortality, but at the end it is a single-plank bridge.

Let's go slowly, she seems to see the hope of breaking through.

The donkey smiled strangely and couldn't wait to present the treasure, saying: "Monastery Lord, I found a spiritual grass seedling, it should be a spiritual grass, and there is a very faint scent of spiritual wood on the root, can you help me take a look?"

It found a rare treasure sword pill last night, which inspired its frenzied idea of ​​treasure hunting.

It got up before dawn today, and found several large and small hills by this time.

Any hole on the top or bottom of the mountain is not spared, and every flower and grass has to be sniffed. It surprises itself when it is careful, and it has not even eaten a bite of grass until now.

"Oh, let me see what kind of spiritual herb it is?"

Zhang Wenfeng landed beside the dense grass.

He hunts for treasures just for fun, holding the mentality that if he can find treasures, he can earn money, but if he can't find them, it doesn't matter. Compared with the dew-soaked donkey, he doesn't seem very professional.

Squatting down to push aside the clumps of iron wire grass, he saw a clump of blue wire grass in the middle, inspected it carefully, and said with a smile: "Lu Zijin, you have a strong nose, you can smell it, this is a A 'Sapphire Root Grass' is a kind of elixir herb that grows widely after the aura rises, and the ten-year-old Sapphire Root Grass can assist in the refining of various elixirs."

"Can I eat it?"

Foodies are always concerned about whether they can eat or not.

"Sapphire root grass tastes bitter. It is a spiritual medicine. It is not as delicious as the three kinds of spiritual grass that Yun Qiuhe gave us. After cultivating the green jade root grass into pieces, I will let you try one."

Zhang Wenfeng has read "Lingzhi Bencaolu" and some other Lingzhi medicine books, and knows a lot.

Take out a medicine shovel from the holding space, and carefully clean out the nearby iron wire grass. The sapphire root grass and weeds grow together. Before a certain number of years, the breath of spirit wood is not obvious, and it is extremely difficult to distinguish them.

The vitality of this kind of spiritual grass is strong, with his pointing method, coupled with the spiritual environment gathered by the Taoist mountain gate, one can be cut into sections with its roots, and slowly cultivate a large area.

The donkey shook his head: "Forget it, leave it to the Taoist temple to refine medicine."

It doesn't eat unpalatable panacea.

Zhang Wenfeng spent some time digging out the whole plant of sapphire root grass and soil, wrapped it in wooden restraints, picked some green grass leaves and laid them in the basket on the donkey's shoulder, and then put the elixir herbs in it.

"Monastery Lord, I will go back to the Taoist temple now, bring back the spirit grass, and let Hu Qiang'er choose a good place to plant it, and I will bring Lu Huan, who is better at hunting treasures than me, and strive to find more treasures. "

"Success, it's hard work for you to run back and forth, go early and return early."

With the Lord's permission, the donkey roared cheerfully and flew northwest.

It has a spirit beast card around its neck, so it doesn't worry about monks intercepting it along the way, and with its current ability, three or two monks in the fading state can't stop it.

Zhang Wenfeng and Mo Ye walked among the mountains and forests, one let go of his spiritual sense to search and investigate, and the other followed absent-mindedly about ten feet away, up and down, and walked several hills.

The sun was so high, Zhang Wenfeng had nothing to harvest, and his hands were empty.

Finding spiritual medicinal materials and leftover treasures is a matter of luck and skill, and it doesn't mean that a high cultivation level will result in harvest.

Of course, with Mo Ye's ability to help him hunt for treasure, he can catch all the treasures in the mountain in a short time, but Mo Ye can't do it, and he is too lazy to do it.

"Let's go to a high place to rest for a while and take a look at the scenery."

Zhang Wenfeng picked a bag of wild fruits along the way, walked up to the top of the mountain with Mo Ye, found a rock under the shade of a tree, spread animal skins on it, and sat down, rinsed the wild fruits with water from a gourd, put them on a plate, and the two of them blew Shanfeng eats sweet and sour wild fruits, but it has a special flavor.

Two black dots flew from the sky in the east. When passing by the mountain here, they stopped around the side, and they were very particular about not being high above them.

Two young monks came, a man and a woman, wearing the same style of blue robes with black borders, and black sabers hanging from their waists.

The man looked dignified and upright, he clasped his fists and said with a smile, "How did fellow Taoist gain?"

He glanced at the plate of wild fruit placed on the animal skin, and looked at the two leisurely eating the fruit.

Zhang Wenfeng stood up and cupped his fists in return: "The breeze is full of breeze, treasures are hard to find, and the wild fruits here taste delicious."

He recognized the other party from his attire as a monk from the Yuhua Pavilion. He participated in the Battle of Guizailing in the first half of the year, and the three monks from the Graduating Realm beside Mo Qingyu, a master of the free realm in the Yuhua Pavilion, all dressed like this.

The man laughed loudly, "Don't disturb fellow daoist Yaxing."

When you meet by chance, you don't need to ask the name, fly away with the woman, and fall in the direction of Yijian Gorge, each looking for its own treasure, without interfering with each other.

Not long after the two of them passed by, the donkey came flying from the northwest. It carried the mountain badger on its back that was tightly clutching its fur for fear of falling. It landed on the top of the mountain and cried, "How is the Lord's harvest?"

"It hasn't opened yet."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and stuffed a wild fruit to the badger who jumped beside him, and touched the badger's flat head.

"My lord, rest, leave the treasure hunting to me and Lu Huan, dig three feet into the ground, and find the treasure."

Full of confidence, the donkey yelled at the badger, and went down the mountain to hunt for treasure with the badger, which had been chewed and ate the fruit and core. It's not good to go around in the Taoist temple.

Zhang Wenfeng Youzai Youzai finished eating the fruit on the plate, got up with Mo Ye, rolled up the animal skin and put it in the storage space, walked down the other side of the mountain, searched for a while, and suddenly heard a voice from the direction of Yijianxia several miles away. There was a faint sound and movement.

The explosive impact of the talisman and the muffled roar of the man before seemed to come from the ground.

It doesn't seem so real, but it can't be hidden from the monk's ears.

Zhang Wenfeng stood still in amazement, in broad daylight, the ghost that made ghostly noises at the bottom of the canyon last night, couldn't help but come out to do harm to people?
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(End of this chapter)