Taoist chanting

Chapter 569
In the morning of the next day, Zhang Wenfeng and his entourage hurried to Xianling Temple. Time was running out, and he had many things to deal with urgently. He didn't know when he would return from this trip. His family had a big business, and he was very unfamiliar with the development of Taoist Temple.

Zhao Zhu'er, who was silent all the way, suddenly proposed after entering the Nanjiang Prefecture boundary: "Monastery master, before going out to reinforce, how about you and Lu Zijin each leave a soul lamp in the Taoist temple?"

The donkey carrying Junior Sister Zhuer on the road said: "I heard that splitting and extracting soul silk is very painful, and it will damage your cultivation?"

It is afraid of pain and timid. At first, in order not to get hurt and bleed, it ruthlessly used lightning washing to temper its body. Up to now, it has done 42 times. Even though the progress is very slow, it still perseveres and does not stop thunder training.

"It hurts a little bit. I gave Yi Mao a strand of soul silk a few days ago, and I ran out after two days of training. It's like nothing else. You are now at the fourth level, and you will be fine."

Zhao Zhu'er patted the donkey's back and comforted him.

Zhang Wenfeng practiced the "Secrets of Soul Separation" many years ago. In order to be able to draw the secret soul-splitting talismans of the Jihua Pavilion, he persisted for a period of time, and the progress was extremely slow. He had a lot of things to do, and later he would concentrate on swordsmanship and cultivation, so he put down the training points Soul for many years.

In addition to his talents in kendo and wooden arts, his practice of other spells is slower than that of the same level.

Ask Zhao Zhu'er about the doubts about the "Soul Separation Technique".

Zhao Zhu'er had read the "Secrets of Soul Separation", thought for a moment, and explained her doubts based on what she had learned before. After half a quarter of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng tried a little and easily separated a strand of soul. The pain was certainly painful, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

The realm of cultivation has been improved, and with the cultivation method, the previous problems no longer exist.

When the donkey saw that the master had learned the technique of dividing the soul, it also clamored for Senior Sister Zhu'er to teach it.

When the donkey fell silent after listening to the exercise, Zhang Wenfeng asked: "Zhu'er, you told us to keep the soul lamp, is there something else to say?"

Zhao Zhuer tilted his head, hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile: "Just in case, the soul lamp can not only know the life and death of the soul master, but also the strand of soul silk left behind can be used for resurrection. Although the hope is slim, there is always a glimmer of hope. "

Zhang Wenfeng asked with a voice transmission with a smile: "Do you use soul silk to seize the house?"

He guessed it could only be this way, Junior Sister Zhu'er knew a lot, and glanced at the donkey who was thinking about the soul splitting technique and had slowed down. It might not be easy to find a suitable monster donkey to seize the house.And the two-legged monk grabbed a lot.

However, this method has not worked for him.

When he returned to Yang, it was equivalent to seizing the house once, and a monk could seize the house once at most, which is the rule of heaven.

Otherwise, the senior masters discovered the talented cultivation seedlings and continued to seize the house, and the upper realm would not be in chaos?
But Zhao Zhu'er refused to say more, said: "Brother, both you and Lu Zijin have left their soul lamps behind, so I can stay at home with peace of mind."

The price of resurrecting with soul silk is not only as simple as taking one life for another, but also involves complex things such as nourishing soul silk, karma, karma, etc., which has a great impact on the caster, and her current cultivation is not enough Do that occult.

Zhang Wenfeng agreed with a smile.

Back at the Fairy Spirit Temple, sat down with the head of the mountain, Yue Anyan, and Zhao Zhuer to discuss for more than an hour, and then summoned Wei Jingjie, Shi Nanguan, Yan Jing, etc., and arranged five places to go to the capital to wait for the entry into the Great Blue Realm , distributed pills and supporting drug resources to Yan Jing, Tie Jinlin, Shang Qingyun, Chen Zhong, He He and five people.

Currently the first batch of disciples, apart from Wei Jingjie and Shi Nanguan, have advanced to the Freedom Realm, and six of them have reached the Consummation of the Gradient Realm.

This is a chance, of course it must be reserved for the five most confident people.

A thick-skinned guy like Lezi who has already started to give in to others, so he doesn't need to waste the sect's quota and elixir.

After talking about big and small things, the sun has already set to the west.

Zhang Wenfeng found Yang Shuilan and Lezi who were playing side by side by the Linzi stream in Beiyan, followed by a pouting little Ni'er who never gave up, and behind them were Hu Qiang'er and Leng Xiang who were sneaking around in the woods. Followed to join in the fun, and was arranged by Le Zi to guard the cave in the back mountain.

"... There are waterfalls, pools and streams surrounding the mountains on these hills. The scenery should be good. It is quiet to build other courtyards and pavilions on them."

Yang Shuilan, who was talking with Lezi, suddenly turned her head, looked at the temple master who was slowly falling, and said with a smile: "Monastery master, do you think so?"

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said, "Just take some of the hilltops, just build them as you want and let the mountain chief find someone. Small things are nothing to worry about."

Hu Qiang'er and Leng Xiang hurried forward and called "Master", they were very curious about the former water god empress.

Little Ni'er, who was left behind in the cold, groaned, wagged her tail, flew forward to squeeze Leng Xiang away, and hugged the Lord's arm without letting go: "Master, I will not live with my mother, please take me in!"

Yang Shuilan covered her forehead with anger from the funny wild girl, it was too embarrassing.

Zhang Wenfeng calmed the unbalanced little Ni'er, took out a few toys that he had bought in Luosha Lake town, distributed them to the three little ones, and sent them to play in the back.

"What's the current situation in Daying?"

Yang Shuilan maintains Feijian communication with Tu Kun, and Mu Lihua returned to the territory of the Wu clan last year, and occasionally communicates with her.

"Not too optimistic. In the battle more than two months ago, our side suffered a lot. Xiao Xiong, the fourth-level witch cultivator of the witch clan, and Da'an and Dayi each lost a golden core monk. Just the day before yesterday, That group of thieves and monks attacked a small coastal city in Dayi, and the city guarding monks died, some were taken away, and tens of thousands of ordinary people were killed or injured, even their souls were taken away."

"Xiao Xiong, the fourth-rank witch cultivator, has only been promoted for less than two years. Slaughtering common people and mortals, they deserve to die!"

Yang Shuilan frowned, walked forward a few steps slowly, and asked, "Monastery Master, when are you leaving?"

"the day after tomorrow."

"Monastery Master, you take Xiao Ni'er with you. She is originally the identity of the Fairy Spirit Temple. Going to fight in the seaside waters, taking her can play a big role."

Yang Shuilan stopped, and waved to Xiao Ni'er, who had snatched a few toys from the forest and was holding them in her arms.

Xiao Ni'er hurriedly returned the toy to the pouting Leng Xiang, and flew over smilingly calling "Niang Niang", hugged her arm, and demonstrated to the gloomy Le Zi beside her.

Yang Shuilan touched Xiao Ni'er's head, pulled her to the corner of the mountain, and discussed important matters with Xiao Ni'er.

From there came Xiao Ni'er's yelling, "If you don't go, you just want to get rid of my oil bottle and coax me", and fell down again after a while, I don't know how Yang Shuilan coaxed me.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at Lezi who was thinking with his head down, and said, "If you have a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?"

He deliberately revealed to Yang Shuilan the fall of Wuxiu Xiaoxiong and the deaths and injuries of tens of thousands of people. In his previous life, Yang Shuilan would rather die for the sake of the people on both sides of the strait than to cause man-made disasters. He already knew it.

He wanted more help to deal with the arrogant thief monk.

Lezi showed a smile on his face, and said in a low voice: "My father accepted her apology. The old man was drunk last night. I heard that you are a matchmaker. He said that when you come back, he will give you a big thank you."

"My family has nothing to thank. When I am free tomorrow, I will go to his old man for a drink. Last time I said to visit, there was another delay."

"You take care of important things first, and your family members are welcome."

The two are chatting about homework here.

About a quarter of an hour later, Yang Shuilan walked back with Xiao Ni'er, who was smiling through tears.

"You are not allowed to elope until I come back!"

Xiao Ni'er seriously admonished Joy who stole her mother away, and the result of using words indiscriminately was a slap on the forehead by Yang Shuilan.

"Ah!"

Lezi returned a meaningful smile.

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(End of this chapter)