Taoist chanting

Chapter 595

The beauty of the sunrise is in the world.

Facing the rising sun, Zhang Wenfeng slowly landed on the reef, about three zhang away from Lu Changyuan, a white-clothed scholar who was holding his hand to admire the sun. The water was as clear as following his master, and the three quietly watched the sun slowly go out to sea.

The morning glow fully dyes the waves, and the thin clouds are light and comfortable.

After a long time, the white-clothed scholar praised: "The sun shines brightly at the first sunrise, and thousands of mountains and rivers are like fire. The sunrise and sunset are like beautiful women dancing. They are all beautiful scenery in the world!"

This is like using it to show off the style of a scholar, Zhang Wenfeng echoed: "A trip to the world, the sun is shining and the sun is shining. Once in a while, I will never forget it." He introduced his apprentice to Lu Changyuan.

Lu Changyuan saw that Daoist Zhang did not bring the young scholar whom he deliberately chanted a few words the day before yesterday, but an apprentice, and he knew it. Jade bi, engraved with the words "Haoran Tiandiqiu", is a gift for younger generations.

Zhang Wenfeng signaled his disciples to take them away. They were not valuables. He chatted with the scholar about the beauty of the sunrise and walked to the viewing pavilion hundreds of meters away. He had already seen two monks sitting with their knees facing each other. situation.

Seeing that Lu Changyuan walked in without shy away, Zhang Wenfeng followed into the pavilion.

The sound of the scriptures was like thunder rolling, deafeningly deafening. The invisible force of thoughts oscillated endlessly in the space of three feet, but it didn't spread out. The two monks moved their tongues and mouths. They didn't know what scriptures they were chanting. Monk Wu chanted rough killing.

Two different thought powers are mixed together, intertwined and fighting, and strengthening each other.

There was a faint white light around Lu Changyuan's body, rippling slightly, and the force of the collision was removed from both sides, without affecting the two monks' chanting. There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Daoist Zhang who walked in as if nothing had happened. The power of the invisible merits and virtues on his body subsided after only a slight fluctuation. There was no other means of protection, and he seemed to be savoring the sound of different scriptures.

He was a little surprised, more and more unable to see through the Taoist priest in front of him.

Shui Qingru, who walked in one step behind, stepped into the viewing platform and could no longer move half a step forward. Her ears were filled with two completely different Zen sounds. Her face showed pain, her spirit was violently shaken, and her whole body fell into invisible pressure .

The feeling of being torn and suffocated but unable to break free made her face desperate death in an instant.

This seemingly peaceful pavilion is full of murderous intentions and crises.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his body sideways, stretched out his right index finger, tapped slowly on his disciple's forehead, and recited the scriptures silently: "A person can always be quiet, and the heaven and the earth will return."

Invisible and soft thoughts flowed from top to bottom, washing on Shui Qingru's body, freeing the woman who was in trouble.

In just two breaths, the water was as clear as time, and experienced the double heaven of life and death.

She didn't even have any impression of the viewing pavilion where she exited, and her body was sweating profusely. She caught a trace of the ethereal tranquility of Dao Yun, immersed in it for an instant, and closed her eyes to feel it.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded approvingly. He intentionally slowed down his attack so that Shui Qingru was caught off guard.

The master has sinister intentions, oh no, he has good intentions, and when he happens to meet, he will give the apprentice an unforgettable opportunity.

Very good, children can be taught.

Lu Changyuan shook his head with a funny smile. It is rare to see a master who cheats his apprentice anytime and anywhere.

He understood that Daoist Zhang was a master at chanting scriptures, so he was able to use this method to resolve the danger for the woman invisible, without affecting the two monks' chanting scriptures. The subtle control of the power of chanting was difficult for the two monks, what a master!
Zhang Wenfeng pinched the flow beads with his left hand in his sleeve, walked slowly in the corner, and silently felt the two different thought powers that originated from the same source and collided with each other. Different uses of mind power.

Three people, there must be my teacher Yan.

Lu Changyuan looked at the two monks facing each other in the opposite corner, then at the thoughtful Taoist priest, and then glanced at the slender woman outside who was bathing in the morning sun and closed her eyes, it seemed that he was the only one who had nothing to do.

Sit down, take out the tea set, beckon to condense out the clear water, boil the water and make tea, feel at ease.

After he finished a pot of tea and sipped slowly, only the old monk was left in the pavilion singing the scriptures. The Zen sound was like an ancient ballad.

Lu Changyuan felt that his ears were much more comfortable, and the white light around his body dissipated. Seeing Daoist Zhang come and sit down, he re-boiled a pot of tea, and said, "We were traveling in Duxian Island, and we were chased and intercepted many times. Twelve or three fourth-tier monks, at least a hundred third-tier and second-tier monks, and quite a few mortals were affected.

Those guys are very unreasonable, and their strength is not very good. They want to kill us when they have an opportunity. They use formations, poisons, witchcraft, and ghosts. After walking around, I couldn't find any fourth-order monks who could have a good conversation. I felt bored, so I came to the Eastern Continent.

It's not that we don't want to live in the city on your island. The magic weapon is contaminated with bad karma and has too much evil spirit, which is prone to troubles. He recites sutras by himself every day, but the effect is very little. Fortunately, Master Fa Yuan has helped him recite sutras these few days regardless of the wear and tear. eliminate. "

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "The karma of the magic weapon master affects the dead and injured mortals. If there is no three or two thousand, there will be seven or eight hundred, right?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Lu Changyuan's face, and he said with embarrassment: "He lost his temper, and I almost didn't hold back. Those guys are so hateful, they deliberately did it in crowded places in the city."

In that battle, blood flowed like rivers, the whole town was in ruins, and there were hardly many living people on the island. He spent a double puppet to pull the magic weapon monk back. Now that I think about it, I still feel that it is extremely dangerous. The old monk of Chanshi Temple explained.

Zhang Wenfeng mourned for the thief Xiu of Duxian Island, it's not good to offend anyone, but to offend these two masters.

The magic treasure monk unintentionally helped the Eastern Continent win at least ten years of peaceful development.

I don't know how many monks were killed or injured when Monk Fayuan spent so much effort to change the soul and body of the five monks?

A messy account, there is no way to care about it.

The two drank tea and chatted. Zhang Wenfeng told Lu Changyuan that he had already asked Da'an and Dayi, but he had not received any news about the thousand-year-old immortal keel.

When the sun rose three poles, Chu Qing'er also flew over, and Tu Kun stayed in the city.

The two monks sitting cross-legged in the corner also ended the strange way of chanting sutras, opened their eyes and stood up. The aura of the magic treasure monk was calm and no longer aggressive. He took three steps back and saluted: "Thank you, brother!"

Jin Ge's murderous spirit was missing from the voice.

Monk Fayuan put his palms together and returned the salute: "Junior brother, you are welcome." I don't know what Fu Er said to the magic weapon. The big monk like an iron tower bowed and said "it should be." Shui Qingru, who didn't dare to come in again, looked him up and down, and said without thinking, "Punch me."

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Shui Qingru backed away with a face full of vigilance, she was very wary of this fierce monk.

Zhang Wenfeng said in the pavilion: "Apprentice, the master wants to teach you about your martial arts cultivation, just follow through."

After her master spoke, Shui Qingru was relieved, took a deep breath, and turned a Jiugongquan into a stabbing sword move, and hit the monk who was a head taller than her on the lower part of the left chest. "Bang", Shui Qingru He was bounced back more than ten feet by a huge shock force, staggered a few more steps, and stepped on a series of pits of different depths on the reef before stopping his body.

His chest heaved and his blood surged.

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(End of this chapter)