Taoist chanting

Chapter 361 Living in the moment is like a broken bamboo
Heavy snow fell to the world one after another, and the sky and the earth were the same color.

In the bamboo building, the donkey holds a long brush in its mouth, skillfully dipping in ink and writing quickly.

It was in the same mood as the weather outside. It didn't expect Senior Sister Yue to settle the accounts clearly for it. It ran back and forth for eight days, and owed forty foreign debts in small script calligraphy.

It got carried away, thinking that it didn't need to write when it was on a business trip.

The rivers and lakes are dangerous, it can be said that it has learned a lot of wisdom, and it will not go out unless it pays good conditions next time.

Hu Qiang'er set up a stool to help the donkey grind ink, and there were several ink characters on the desk, and said: "Mr. Donkey, take a rest when you are tired. How about I pour you a bowl of wine to relieve your fatigue?"

The donkey was very satisfied with the little elf's sensibleness, so he put down the brush, and enjoyed Hu Qiang'er's serving of wine from the wine jar just like the old man. .

The viewer said that a man should be able to punctuate a boat in his belly.

In the Tuling Cave Mansion in the back mountain, Zhang Wenfeng and Tu Ling sat across the carved stone. Tu Kun put down three fragments of the golden body and a remnant of a golden gallbladder, and said, "This golden body of the water god from the previous dynasty was so-so, and the year is definitely not good. It’s been a long time, and most of the incense in it has been consumed, so you keep it for now, it’s barely a rare commodity to live in, and you can exchange some resources when you meet monks who need it in the future.”

Putting away the fragments, Zhang Wenfeng drank tea in silence.

The mountain badger was snuggled up at his feet, as warm as a stove, sleeping deeply, snoring softly.

Tu Kun had seen too many rare treasures more than [-] years ago, and was not very interested in the fragments of the golden body. He said, "You seem to have a moon-sensing bead on hand?"

Zhang Wenfeng took out the bead from his cuff, pushed it in front of Tu Ling, and said, "I also found it from the water prison where Yinshen lives. I feel that the moon bead is infected by ghost energy and has flaws."

Tu Kun picked up the famous round bead and sighed slightly: "That Yinshen is an ignorant bastard who ruined a good bead. Originally, he could incorporate the moon-sensing bead into the soul body. He used a simple and safe method and spent a little more time. Refining the Life Orb over time... Unfortunately, it is no longer usable."

Return the beads to the Lord.

"Can you ask an expert to fix it in the future?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked for advice.

Tu Kun just wanted to say no, he paused, and said with a smile: "Unless you can ask the ancestor of the hairpin flower to help, but her old man can make a spirit bead by grabbing any aura, so what's the point of feeling the moon bead?"

Zhang Wenfeng put away the beads and said indifferently, "It's good to use as water-proof beads."

Tu Kun admired the other party's attitude towards the treasures. He could see that the host was not pretending to be generous, but just thinking like this. If you have less greed, your troubles will be far away. He took the initiative to say: "Next time you go out, I walk with you."

This cheap temple master is too much trouble, he has to watch a little bit, and he wants to follow the example of the hairpin ancestor and travel with the temple master. He promised that the hairpin ancestor will not go out in recent years, but he has advanced ahead of schedule At the third level, the formation of the mountain gate will be replenished again, and there will be no hindrance.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Okay, I will go to Zhoucheng in a few days, and the vendor at the Fangshi shop said he got a batch of new spiritual plant seeds, please let me go and pick them."

Tu Kun took a strange look at the temple owner who was keen on adding to his family property. He couldn't understand this human hobby, and said, "Before you leave, tell me that I'm just trying to replace two useful treasures."

In the last congratulatory gift, the priest gave half of it to him, and he could do whatever he wanted with it.

After finishing talking, Zhang Wenfeng said his goodbyes and left without disturbing the sleeping badger under his feet.

Taxue came to Qingzheng Bieyuan to inspect and guide the practice of a group of apprentices. Seeing that the time was about the same, he flew into the air and headed for the Xihe River. For him, whether the weather was good or bad did not affect his practice.

The world is vast, and a person walks alone in the snow and fog of the cold river, stepping on the water silently, searching up and down.

The big river rushes eastward, unchanged from ancient times.

There are gangsters, like cuts are like consultations, like cuts like grinding.

It was not completely dark yet, and Guanzhu Zhang, who was covered in snowflakes, flew down to the edge of the mountain gate stream, climbed up the bamboo building near Lingquan, sat cross-legged in his quiet room on the second floor, took off his sword and put it aside, with a calm expression and closed eyes. quiet.

Looking at the water in the wind and snow today, the inspiration is like snowflakes, and let him grasp the feeling of "a long history".

There was a blue light flickering on his body, and the heat was steaming, but it evaporated the snow in a moment.

Following a trace of mystical insights, he unknowingly immersed himself in the realm of sitting and forgetting.

The aura was drawn by the invisible, and swarmed into the body of the viewer. The wind and fog in the bamboo building swelled, and there were many visions.

Qingzheng other hospital canteen.

The second senior brother and Yue Anyan sat alone at the table, and after waiting for a while, seeing that the temple master was not coming, they got up to serve porridge.

The apprentices at other tables had already finished the porridge in their respective bowls. They scooped up a little soup to clean the bowls and drank it cleanly. They were reluctant to waste half of the rice flower on the side of the bowl. They looked satisfied, and then went to make rice to eat. .

Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is not easy.

This scene fell into the eyes of the dumb girl who saw her father and brother away before the heavy snow yesterday, it was indescribably weird, she had no relatives here, so she could only take small bites of the small bowl of porridge, not daring to spill a little soup.

Not to mention, the porridge is soft, glutinous and sweet, and tastes surprisingly good. She has never had such delicious porridge.

The old cripple and Lezi also noticed the unusual behavior of the apprentices. They had only been out for a few days, and the Taoist temple lost an apprentice, and the other little guys cherished the food very much.

The old cripple put down his wine bowl and whispered to Wei Xingde: "They were not like this before."

Wei Xingde listened to his youngest son retell what Guo Shanzhang said, and said in a low voice: "Such a small bowl of porridge, outside, is worth at least this amount." He made a sign of ten under the table.

"Shiwen, no wonder they cherish..."

"It's ten taels of silver!"

"What? Twelve taels?"

"Yes, that's right. I heard that if you eat it, you will be free from disease and disaster, and you will live a long and healthy life. So we have fallen into the nest of blessings, and we are lucky."

"It's a blessing, and you can't spoil good things. I didn't know it before. From now on, we have to get a charter in the dining room, and we can't waste a little bit."

The old cripple has seen storms and suffered a lot, and he thinks that it is the sinful virtue he has accumulated in the Taoist temple all these years. In exchange for being reunited with his son, he is already satisfied. Can't fault this one.

Under Daozu's nose, no one can take advantage of the Taoist temple from him.

When Lezi and the dumb girl heard the conversation between the two, they understood the strange behavior of the apprentices, and suddenly felt that the small bowl in their hands was a bit heavy, without it, it was too precious.

During the evening class, the second senior brother saw that the master did not show up on time, so he knew that the master was in a small retreat again, so it was no surprise.

When the sun came out on the third day, Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the bamboo building, with a mysterious aura flowing from his body, floating away from the dust. At the core of the strongest spiritual energy in the mountain gate, it unknowingly advances to the gradual decline and perfection.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

There is still a difference between cultivating the mind and cultivating the strength. Once you realize it, the speed of cultivation will be extremely fast.

Like a broken bamboo, it can be described as a state of cultivating one's mind and breaking one's realm.

And after reaching the perfection of the Gradient Realm, as long as he sharpens his state of mind, he may touch the opportunity to break through the realm at any time.

This time when I went to Zhoucheng, I had to have a talk with Yun Qiuhe first. The Fuyao fruit in his hand could be put on the alchemy schedule.

He still has to talk to the person in charge of Xuanyunguan later.

A big deal.

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(End of this chapter)