Taoist chanting

Chapter 86 The Light of Life is Weak, A Dangerous Omen

There was a moment of silence in the room, and then a surprised voice came from the man: "But Guanzhu Zhang from the Immortal Temple?"

There were footsteps running and the sound of pulling the bolt to open the door. This family was very enthusiastic. The man ordered loudly: "Hurry up and add two more candles in the main room. There are distinguished guests coming."

"Exactly, disturbing the master's house so late. Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

Zhang Wenfeng was a little surprised, responded, and turned his head to look at Yue Anyan, seeing Senior Sister shaking his head slightly, indicating that he was puzzled.

The Chaimen opened, a sturdy man in a brown cloth short coat glanced at Zhang Wenfeng, who was holding a wind lantern outside the door, and Yue Anyan, who was behind him. Seeing that both of them were wearing Taoist robes and looked like gods, he hurriedly stood still and clasped his fists. , perform a Taoist ceremony: "Wei Xingde, a believer in the outer door of Xianlingguan, has met Zhang Guanzhu."

Zhang Wenfeng suddenly realized that the so-called outer sect believers refer to the descendants of those who learned Taoism in Xianling Temple, who have grown up after descending the mountain, usually within three generations, after three generations, they basically don't recognize them.

No wonder the other party was extremely enthusiastic when they heard that he reported himself to the mountain gate.

"Wei Jushi is polite."

Zhang Wenfeng returned a salute, and then introduced Yue Anyan: "This is Daoist Yue."

Wei Xingde hurriedly greeted again, said a few words of politeness, and stretched out his hand to invite the guests to enter the courtyard.

After the donkey came in and closed the firewood door again, he trotted to lead the two to the main room, and asked to sit on the chair on the east side.

A middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth dress lit candles in the main room, and said in a low voice, "Taoist chief, sit down a moment." After saluting, she walked through the side door of the east room and went to the outside kitchen to heat hot water for the guests.

Another thirteen or fourteen-year-old dark-skinned boy came out of the west room rubbing his eyes. He was a little timid when he saw the elegant stranger. He bowed and bowed to salute under the order of the stout man. Behind the man's chair stood.

"Jingjie, why doesn't your younger brother come out to meet the guests? It's still so early, he must not be asleep."

Seeing the gentle faces of the two guests, the dark boy muttered, "My brother is asleep, I can't wake him up." His body shrank back into the shadow behind the chair where the light couldn't reach.

Zhang Wenfeng knew it well, and interrupted with a smile: "Lay Wei has been to Xianling Mountain?"

The burly man glared at his eldest son, who was not so outstanding, turned his head and changed his smiling face, sat up straight, and said: "Two and a half years ago, I got the letter and went up the mountain , I have offered incense in the main hall, so I recognize you, Guanzhu Zhang."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, there were a lot of people who went up the mountain in those seven days, most of them were friends and relatives of the master, and then there were disciples who had gained faith, and outer believers who had not been born for three generations, and asked again: "Is it to respect the father or the ancestor to go up the mountain to practice Taoism? "

The burly man replied earnestly: "It's my grandfather. He worshiped under the door of the nine generations of temple masters and practiced Taoism on the mountain for ten years. Temple master Zhang, please wait a moment!"

The man got up, walked to the altar tablet enshrined in the main room, bowed slightly and worshiped, took a small brass mirror with a large mouth from the altar, wiped the incense ash on it with his sleeve, and turned back to hold the copper mirror in both hands. Handed the mirror to Guanzhu Zhang who stood up.

Zhang Wenfeng took the bronze mirror and turned it over. The word "Xianling" was engraved in the middle of the back, and he counted silently. The ninth painting of the word "Ling" seemed to be missing but not completely missing. It was indeed left by the nine generations of temple masters. As a keepsake, this secret has been passed down orally by the temple masters of the past dynasties.

For example, as the token left by him, the eleventh generation of temple masters, the eleventh stroke of the word "Ling" will be marked with missing strokes.

Return the bronze mirror to Wei Xingde, and let Wei Xingde put the bronze mirror back in place.

Over the years, this magic weapon has lost the trace of incense spirituality contained in it, and can only be used as a token, without the magic power of the medium of communication.

Most of the disciples who descended from the Taoist temple would not pass on the exercises learned from the mountain to their descendants.

The law is not passed on indiscriminately, there is no detection of the magic weapon, and the specific qualifications of the descendants are unknown.

If the physique is not suitable, you will not be famous for cultivation. Furthermore, to practice spells, you need to meditate to cultivate your mind and temper your state of mind. You have not been educated by the authentic Taoist school on the mountain.

Some boxing and sword skills, medical skills, divination, etc. are all right, and can be passed down.

But unless it is used to make a living, the more the younger generations learn, the more they will lose, and within three generations, they will lose all the skills passed down from their ancestors that require long-term hard work.

Since it was confirmed that the other party was an outsider believer who had not been born in the third generation of Xianling Temple, Zhang Wenfeng didn't go around too much and helped his family. He acted duty-bound, and said: "I came here today for your little son. Can it be convenient for us? Go to the room and see him?"

Wei Xingde was startled, at first he was surprised that the two Taoist priests came to the door suddenly, it was so late, they didn't look like they were walking at night to beg for water, their clothes were clean, so they came for their youngest son.

Now during the slack season, he went to work in a nearby town with the villagers during the day, and it was already dark when he returned home.

He heard that Kundao, the female crown of the Fairy Spirit Temple this afternoon, came to the village to assess the child's qualifications for learning Taoism. He still regretted that the child's qualifications were not enough and he was not selected by the Fairy Spirit Temple, while the elder was taken by him to the town as an apprentice Helper, missed the assessment.

In his early years, he often heard his grandfather talk about things in the mountains, legends about gods, ghosts and evil spirits, and his family traditions. He knew some simple metaphysics, and told his eldest son: "Go to the kitchen and help your mother light the fire, and I will bring tea later when I call." , I will stay in the kitchen and don’t come out unless I call you.”

The half-grown boy seemed to understand but agreed, and ran out of the main room door.

Wei Xingde bolted the gate, stretched out his hand to invite, "Monastery Master, Daoist Yue, this way please!"

Walking from the side door to the side room of the Westinghouse, pushing the door open, and walking a few steps, Wei Xingde took a candle in his hand to shine on the bed, and saw the nine-year-old lying on the bed, covered with a sackcloth, his cheeks were flushed, and he cried a few times. , Pushed again, turned out to be in a deep sleep and did not respond.

Zhang Wenfeng signaled to be calm, he used his spiritual eye technique to see that there was a faint black mist covering the child's forehead.

A person has three lamps, one on the left and right shoulders and on the top of the head.

If the lamp on the left shoulder is off, you will get sick, if the lamp on the right shoulder is off, you will be sick, and if the lamp on the top is off, you will die.

Therefore, it has been passed down from generation to generation that one should not pat other people's shoulders from behind during the Ghost Festival, as it is easy to frighten people and cause the lights to turn off and get sick.

At this time, the life lamp above the child's head is weak and unstable, which is a sign of danger.

After Zhang Wenfeng looked at it, he already had some considerations in his heart, and said, "Go out, it's okay to have us here."

Turning around and walking out, he explained in a low voice: "This afternoon, Daoist Yue saw your son in the village, and he saw that something was wrong, so he went back and told me, so we came here specially at night, and we will play evil tricks to harm people later. guy."

Wei Xingde bowed gratefully to Yue Anyan who had not spoken all this time, "Thank you Daoist Yue", and then said: "What needs to be done, the temple master and Daoist Yue just give orders."

It is precisely because I understand a little bit that I am more aware of the danger.

When his own child came back at dusk, he was fine, but not long after falling asleep, this situation happened, so what if it wasn't bewitched?
Zhang Wenfeng said: "The evil ways of casting spells will come to collect souls and harm people after the sound of the clapper at Zishi. I will tell you what to tell you. Don't be afraid. Tell your wife and eldest son to settle down in the east room later." , Daoist Yue will place two talismans on the door and window of the east room, and after midnight, no matter what noises are happening outside, they will not be greeted by me, so that they will not scream and go out."

"Yes, we must follow the instructions of the temple master."

"Okay, relax, open the door, go talk to them, don't make any noise, and bring a spoonful of salt in a clean empty bowl, and a bowl of water, it will be useful later."

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(End of this chapter)