Taoist chanting

chapter 298

No wonder Mo Ye said that she should not fight in the world, Zhang Wenfeng believed it now.

The commotion was really too loud, causing thunder to roll and shake the sky, and he was expelled by the world when he made a move.

He never thought that Mo Ye would give him such a big gift, to help him take out the heavy bronze lamp from the ground, and carry the bronze lamp with magical powers to shrink it to the back mountain against the thunder. In fact, he already has it. Abandon this treasure heart.

The Dao Lu Institute launched a manual carpet survey, and spent several years spreading out along the Yijian Gorge, and they could always find the bronze lamp buried underground and lost the control of him, the "judge".

His sense of gain and loss is different from most monks.

He wants to live in the sunshine and practice freely, and he doesn't want to bend himself in the dark to see the sun for a treasure.

Of course, Mo Ye paid so much to help him deliver the treasure, so he must cherish it even more.

Discuss with the earth spirit who got up for a while. In the next few decades, the earth spirit will sit on the back mountain to take care of this hard-won treasure.

It's a matter of great importance, and we have to be cautious.

Tu Ling got the explanation from the ancestor of the hairpin flower, and he patted his chest and agreed.

His future opportunity to prove the Tao is related to this lamp, and even if he is killed, he will not go far away.

"Monastery Lord, are you and the earth spirit inside?"

Outside the upper hole, there was a sound of surprise from the donkey.

The movement caused by the bronze lamp falling in the cave in the back mountain alarmed the donkey who was practicing in the bamboo building. It quickly patrolled around the site of Xianling Temple and found it nearby. Suddenly smelling the breath of the temple master and the earth spirit, it went outside the cave entrance.

"Lu Zijin, I'm leaving the customs, you help us watch the wind at the entrance of the cave, we will talk later."

Zhang Wenfeng greeted, made a tactic with both hands, and mobilized the large formation of the mountain gate to strengthen the isolation of the inside of the cave. He considered setting up a few separate wooden formations for more protection, so as to avoid the trouble caused by the leakage of the bronze lamp's breath.

The earth spirit took the initiative to speak: "Leave some small things to me. I will guide the little cold breath leaked from the bronze lamp underground to nourish the roots of the mountain. You say hello to them. This cave is temporarily closed, and I will leave a dark place behind." The door, you can come in and out at any time."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, it would be best for the experienced earth spirit to do the arrangement.

What Mo Ye meant was to ask Tu Ling to help him look after his home and nursing home, just to reassure him.

Walking out of the entrance of the cave, through the mist of the mountain depression, I saw the donkey, the second senior brother, Yue Anyan, the mountain badger and the little elf Hu Qiang'er standing on the road waiting in the snowstorm, and everyone rushed over one after another.

"I'm out!"

Zhang Wenfeng stepped out on the snow, and cupped his hands with a smile: "Congratulations, senior brother, for breaking through the realm and advancing, the road to immortality will last forever!"

The second senior brother glanced at the junior sister next to him, smiled and cupped his hands and said, "It's good to leave the customs, so that we don't worry about it, Cheng Jiyan!"

In mid-November, he successfully advanced to the Gradient Realm. After stabilizing his cultivation, he had already gone to the county to take an assessment to obtain the status of "Master". Right now, he was concerned about Yue Anyan's mood, so he didn't talk much about breaking the realm.

Zhang Wenfeng greeted everyone present, and said with a smile, "It's windy and snowy outside, go sit in my cave."

The donkey knew that the master had returned to the mountain safely, so his heart sank, and he said, "It's too late tonight, the master, please rest early, and we can talk again tomorrow morning." Badger, carrying Hu Qiang'er on his back, ran to the bamboo house by the pool.

It keeps a lot of good wine in the bamboo building, and tonight I have to open a jar to drink with the mountain badger and Hu Qiang'er.

Happy today!
Take it for granted!

The second senior brother and Yue Anyan followed the temple master into the cave, boiled water to make tea, chatted for a quarter of an hour before going back.

Since the temple master left the customs, the atmosphere in the entire fairy temple seems to be slightly different.

The second senior brother Shan Chang is still busy and takes care of everything. He manages the sky, the earth, and the apprentices. In the village, brown rice was sent to the widows and the poor to help survive the severe cold years ago.

A smile appeared on Daoist Yue's face, and the donkey ran like the wind in the forest.

The apprentices are full of energy, trying to win the title of "excellent" among the top six in the year-end competition in a few days, earn a good face for their parents, earn a basket of fish and coins, and live a good year happily .

Zhang Wenfeng walked with the old cripple in the snow, stepped on two sets of footprints, chatted and walked towards the east forest.

"The girl greeted me and said that she was going to leave in a few days. As a mortal, I don't want to ask too much about the gods on the mountain. I only let her come back to be a guest when she has time. She even helped me pick vegetables in the kitchen... A good girl."

When the old cripple heard that Mo Ye left last night, he babbled a lot.

It may be that people are prone to emotions when they are old, and they can't see each other.

It is no longer the pride and ease of going through the rivers and lakes and mountains and rivers.

Listening to Zhang Wenfeng's occasional echo, he passed the snow-covered wheat field, crossed the uphill road, and came to the open space beside the forest where wheat straw, bean stalks, trees and other firewood were piled up.

A figure practiced a gun in the snow, with a vigorous figure, and the gun whistled with him.

The tip of the gun throws a little bit of cold light, dancing with the snow.

The old cripple straightened his back, and with an unconcealable pride on his old face, he said with a smile, "Brother Feng, you help Jingjie check, he is very diligent in his practice and never slackens."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, looked at it for a while, stretched out his hand to pick up a ball of snowflakes from the ground, squeezed them into balls and threw them out, saying: "Wei Jingjie, let me have a look at it."

The young man who practiced guns in the snow swung his arms, his body changed from moving to still, and the transition was very natural.

With a stern and focused expression, he squinted at the direction in which the snow ball was thrown, raised his gun and stabbed flatly, "Huh", the gun came out like a dragon, extremely fast, a little cold light smashed the snow ball with a "poof", and he retracted the gun neatly and returned to defense.

"I have seen the Lord!"

The young man was dressed in thin and strong clothes, holding a gun and saluting.

In just over a year, the young man practiced diligently, grew taller, remained silent, and had begun to take on a calm demeanor.

Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward, motioned that there was no need to be too polite, and asked, "How old are you this year?"

"Looking back at the Lord, I am 15 years old and a half."

"When did you feel that your gun skills suddenly improved?"

"It's the eighth day of December."

The young man held a gun and replied respectfully. He practiced the gun diligently for a year and two months. On that day, he suddenly felt different when practicing the gun. Whether it was the subtle control of the strength or the accuracy of pointing the tip of the gun directly at the target, he improved by leaps and bounds.

Holding the big gun in one hand, one gun pierces an extra momentum of indomitable progress.

As long as the gun is in hand, the boy's demeanor is completely different.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled at the old cripple: "Congratulations, a famous teacher has produced a high-ranking apprentice, Wei Jingjie has already practiced the spear state of 'spear and hand', and is not far from being promoted to Hua Qi!"

I am sincerely gratified for the teenager's talent and understanding in gun practice.

Uncle Lame has good eyesight, being able to pick out a rare talent with a spear is much rarer than using a sword.

The improvement from gun skills to gun skills is a qualitative progress.

The vast majority of people have practiced guns all their lives, and they still only circle around in the circle of gun skills.

So in addition to diligence, gun sense and savvy are too important.

Moreover, the way of cultivation is interlinked, the so-called "One Acuity Masters a Hundred Acupoints", Wei Jingjie can rely on the initial spear level of perception, and there is almost no obstacle to advance to the energy transformation level, just like He Guangjun's comprehension of the "Hand in Hand" sword level , and shortly thereafter, he broke through the Qi Realm.

"Uh, uh...hahaha, great!"

The old cripple was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing. He had been in the Qingzheng other courtyard, and he knew that advancing to Huaqi was the realm of the gods. He didn't know about "spear and hand", and it was probably extremely rare to see the look on the master's face.

He can no longer feed the gun with Wei Jingjie in person, the youth is better than blue.

His old arms and legs were suppressed by his apprentice, so he couldn't stop teaching him.

The boy stroked his hair and laughed foolishly.

With Guanzhu's words, he was as confident as a reassurance.

"After the evening class these few days, you will follow me to practice in the bamboo building by the pond. Before you break through, it is not appropriate to make a public announcement."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't want to put too much pressure on the young man, so the last sentence was specifically to tell the lame uncle.

"Wake up, wake up, I will endure it for a few days, and I will trouble Brother Feng in the next few days."

The old cripple grinned from ear to ear.

The wind blows the snow and dances, the heart is full of joy, and the old lame wants to drink.

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(End of this chapter)