Taoist chanting

Chapter 426

The young monk looked at the black-robed monk and the donkey that could fly in the air, and walked into the cave halfway up the opposite mountain, without any intention of stopping to talk to him.

He silently glanced at the sunset in the sky, returned to his residence and continued to meditate.

No matter how well some things are hidden, the dusty and pure temperament on the body will be revealed inadvertently.

Apart from Da Liang, the monks who can come here belong to the nearest Da An dynasty.

Therefore, it is not difficult to guess the other party's Taoist identity.

It was a cold spring night, shrouded in twilight, except for the occasional roar of beasts and night birds, the surroundings seemed vast and silent.

The donkey used up the fodder and drank a bowl of wine. It was restless. It walked out of the cave and wandered in the sky to enjoy the wind. In its own words, it was a lookout.

Turning around for a while, I saw the bald head coming out of the cave in the middle of the mountain on the opposite side, and flew to the southwest without making a sound.

The donkey watched the figure disappear into the night, it landed, and said to the priest who was reading a book under the candlelight: "The monk left sneakily. He obviously saw me, so he pretended he didn't see me. It might be nighttime. To do something bad?"

Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on the straw futon, and put down the scroll in his hand.

Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er sat quietly on the edge of the exquisite wooden table brought out by the temple master, cuddling each other without speaking.

"Maybe I'm leaving for business, Lu Zijin, you should spend some time at night and pay more attention to the movement around you. In the wild, if others don't provoke us, we don't care about other people's business."

"Understood, I'll keep an eye on it, and I won't even get close to a mouse."

The donkey walked out, muttering: "It's strange, why does the storyteller in the town tell the old cripple a story, and when he scolds the monk, he calls it 'bald donkey'? Donkey, I have a lot of hair on my head. , not bald at all?"

It couldn't understand it, it didn't think of this before, but this time it was confused by the scene.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the guy's back, what kind of messed up stories did he hear?Withdrawing his gaze, he smiled at the two sisters Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er: "You can use your own methods to make some small decorations at night. When you go out, let's be careful."

He won't relax his vigilance just because his ability has improved.

The dangers in the wild often come as soon as they are said, and there is no reason to talk about them.

The strange monk suddenly went out in the dark, and there was an unreasonable strangeness in it.

Lu Xin'er shook her wrist, there were two almost invisible light green silk threads on it, she smiled softly and softly: "Don't worry, the Lord, we have set up 'eyes and ears', if there is any trouble in the nearby hills, we will all know .”

Lu Chan'er also raised her wrists, they are good at driving plants, many small flying insects can also be controlled, they are all their secret whistle.

"It's so good, you can sit back and relax."

Zhang Wenfeng picked up the scroll again and carefully read the words on it.

Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er discussed with each other for a while, and they flew to the door, took out a few tiny seeds from the small green tree pouch around their waists, and sprinkled a few seeds in the corner and outside the door.

A few patches of dark green moss appeared on the ground, spreading slowly.

The two green weavers held green sticks in their hands and danced for a while. The moss on the outside and inside of the grotto formed a large area. After a while, the whole grotto was full of wood, and it was refreshing and comfortable to be in it.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled knowingly, read the book for about an hour, got up and moved around for a while, burned incense and did evening class for half an hour, and then sat down to meditate and adjust breath.

There was a temporary blessed place for wood qi cultivation arranged by Xiao Jingmei, and he quickly immersed himself in it, leaving only a trace of spiritual consciousness to maintain the vigilance he should have.

Indifferent, clear and quiet, I don't know where I am, mysterious and indescribable.

Suddenly there was a thin sound transmission in the ear: "Monastery Master, Monastery Master wake up, some villains followed the scent we left and touched the nearby mountain."

The two little elves squeezed under the collar of his shoulders, shivering.

Zhang Wenfeng reassured: "Relax, you won't be hurt."

Lu Xin'er felt relieved, and said via voice transmission: "My lord, don't let them slip away, here are two shadow hunters."

She also didn't want to understand, how could there be so many ghosts in this place?

The outside world is scary.

Unless they can advance to the third level, facing the natural enemies of the same level, they have almost no power to fight back, only to be eaten obediently.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't speak any more, and he didn't release his consciousness, so as not to startle the snake. The practice world has always been "helping relatives but not helping others".

The donkey wandering in the air outside to watch the wind failed to find the shadow catcher who is good at changing colors and hiding.

This is also good, forming a perfect ready-made trap.

After waiting for another incense stick, Zhang Wenfeng raised his hand suddenly, "Boom", a shadow catcher who had sneaked into the cave slammed into the stone wall, turning into a pool of bloody filth, and a golden light flew out , chasing Chuying Jingmei who was fleeing at the other end and went away in an instant.

"Bang", the flying sword stabbed a big tree that sprouted and sprouted young leaves, smashing the big tree into sawdust.

The donkey who was strolling on the hill was startled, and then he reacted and became furious.

"There is a shadow catcher who is good at hiding its shape, and escaped into the rocks along the roots of the trees."

Zhang Wenfeng explained calmly.

He controlled the flying sword to hover in the air, but did not walk out of the cave.

The donkey said angrily, "Leave it to me. I can already smell its scent. It can't run away. You are so fat and courageous. Don't take the donkey's eye seriously. If you sneak around and try to make a surprise attack, don't pull out its skin!"

It's just a little embarrassing.

Let two little things whose cultivation base is not as high as it touch into the Guanzhu's resting cave, how can it be worthy of its big words?
It stomped hard on the ground of the hillside with one hoof, and wisps of silver lightning penetrated into the ground, making a small "chi chi" sound, the donkey veered hard, trying to force the little thing that had escaped into the ground out.

It didn't hesitate to consume the lightning in its body, trampling and running around the hillside without stopping.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at it with his spiritual sense for a while, without any extra expression on his face, and said to the little Jingmei who had calmed down on his shoulders: "I killed one Chuying Jingmei, and Lu Zijin is chasing and killing the other one."

With a wave of his hand, the strong wind rolled up the puddle of blood and flesh on the wall and threw it out of the door, with a light green flame burning.

Lu Xin'er hugged her younger sister, covered her head and dared not come out, and called softly: "Thank you, Lord, for your help."

Suddenly there was a "thunder-crack" thunder outside, followed by a donkey's ugly cry, which spread far along the valley, echoing.

"Haha, you're not qualified enough to fight with Mr. Donkey? Are you hitting the iron plate?"

The donkey's hoof stepped on a scorched little thing, full of contentment.

Zhang Wenfeng closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

At dawn, the mist dawns.

The donkey standing on the top of the mountain saw a black shadow flying from the southwest direction, with a shiny bald head, it was the young monk who went out in the dark at night, but at this time the monk's gray robe was stained with blood, and his complexion was not very good.

The monk nodded towards the donkey looking down from a high height, as a greeting, and returned to the cave in the middle of the mountain.

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(End of this chapter)