Taoist chanting

Chapter 9: Fighting with Ghost Donkeys in the Night
Zhang Wenfeng's birthday and name were written on the front of the paper figurine, and there were three small blood-colored holes in the chest area, each of which was implicated in a slender rune.

Forming a sinister and complex blood web,
Wrap the whole paper figure.

On the back of the paper figurine is a hideous ghost, with a long hair tied through three holes in a dead knot, and the end painted with blood.

As a descendant of Xianlingguan, he is not very old, and his knowledge and experience are not rich enough.

However, following his master for many years, he knew a thing or two about such harmful paper figurines.

He finally understood how the body died. He was able to sneak into his hut to place paper figurines. Did the ghost help him?

The long hair tied behind the paper figurine for practice, don't think it can only be his own.

Is it lame or hunchbacked?

It was really a coincidence that it happened that the two of them were on leave, and something big happened to him here.

Zhang Wenfeng stared at the paper figurine, recited the Secret Art of Purification, and quickly calmed down after eliminating distracting thoughts. He put the paper figurine in the drawer of the wooden table, continued to roll up the straw, and rummaged through it carefully. There was nothing else harmful.

After brushing off the straw dust on his hands and robe, Zhang Wenfeng walked around in the hut.

After thinking for a while, he put the paper talisman back to the original place of the bed and couch, covered it with straw again, and then went out to bring back the ball of clothes, green cloth mat, cloth quilt, etc.

Arrange it, spread the clothes flat on the bed, and cover with a thin cloth quilt.

Zhang Wenfeng went out for a trip, opened the West Hall, and returned after a short while in the dark. He had a few talismans left by Master in his pocket, as well as a small porcelain vase with cinnabar ink, and a small bronze mirror engraved with gossip.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, he wants to tell the guy who murdered him to have a taste of the backlash of the blood evil yin ghost.

As long as that guy dares to do it tonight, he will surely suffer a tragic death that tears his soul apart.

While there was still some time left, Zhang Wenfeng blew out the oil lamp, moved the chair to a corner away from the bed, sat in the dark, and pondered the two entry-level spells recorded in the exercise book, "Spiritual Eye Technique" and "Blue Wood Wave Technique". He now has the early stage of Qi Transformation Realm and can practice.

By reading the booklet of exercises, he already understood that internal vision is a kind of skill that monks can master instinctively after they get started.

He mobilized the thin Yuan Qi in his body to travel through the meridians, descended from Shenting acupoint, entered Yintang for a little bit of momentum, and then scoured the bamboo acupoints on his left and right brows back and forth.

If there is dizziness and dizziness, he is ready to stop at any time.

After about a quarter of an hour, he easily opened the Zanzhuqiao acupoint, Yuan Qi nourished his eyes, and he learned the spiritual eye technique easily.

The corners of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth twitched up, it was really not difficult to get started with spells.

He opened his eyes, seeing things in the dark like day.

According to the records of the practice, one can see intangible objects such as ghosts and souls by using this method, and the casting distance depends on the cultivation level.

Compared with "opening the eyes" by means of various means, it is much more practical and stronger.

Silently estimating the Yuan Qi consumed by the spirit eye technique, Zhang Wenfeng stopped the spell after he had a rough idea.

The dimness in front of his eyes returned to a dim state. With his current eyesight, he has far surpassed that of the masters in the acquired kingdom. Zhang Wenfeng stood up and just walked a few steps when he heard the faint sound of three clappers coming from the town to the southwest.

"Zishi, it's midnight."

"I hope there will be a conclusion tonight, let me see who is trying to frame... Daoist!"

Zhang Wenfeng murmured a few words to himself silently, sat down and closed his eyes, concentrating and meditating.

He is not going to spend his Yuan Qi to practice the Aoki Transformation Wave Technique, and he will go all out to deal with the current stage first. is the casting time period.

come on!

Time passed slowly in the darkness, the room was silent, and there were autumn insects chirping outside.

Zhang Wenfeng recited scriptures and meditated all the year round, and he was patient enough.

An hour later, I heard the sound of the fourth watch coming from the direction of the town. He sat still, and his spirit became more and more energetic. He made up his mind to wait for the thief, and it was fine to stay up all night. Sleep well.

About half an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly opened his eyes. He sensed a cold aura approaching, and the sound of bugs outside the house stopped abruptly.

The body reacted instinctively, the hair stood up, and the arm had a layer of goose bumps.

The spiritual eye technique swept away, and he "saw" a black mist, entering from the two-finger-wide gap under the wooden door.

He was busy restraining his breath, for fear of scaring away the bloody ghost that finally appeared, and at the same time relaxed secretly.

This body is really rare and strange. He is a person who has seen countless ghosts in the underworld. What ghosts are he afraid of?
Soon he found himself overestimating the IQ of the ghosts who follow orders.

The black fog didn't even notice his existence, let alone stop to investigate, but rushed towards the bed with hunger and thirst.

With the paper talisman as the medium and guide, the black mist turned into a blurred figure, which was imposingly pressed on top of the spread out robes on the bed, fluctuating violently up and down.

"Ah uh... uh... uh..."

The untimely loud neighing of the donkey came from the barn in the backyard.

In the dark, it is simply earth-shattering.

Zhang Wenfeng secretly cursed "scaring", held out the bronze gossip mirror from his right sleeve, and quickly recited in his mouth: "Heaven and earth live together, sweep away filth and guilt, worship the bronze mirror, and the hole is boundless, go!"

The index finger of the left hand was stained with the cinnabar ink in the porcelain vase, wiped it on the mirror, and the right hand poured a little mana.

"Shuh", a thin red light, shone on the ghost who was still doing his own way and had some mental retardation.

Cinnabar is an object of yang energy, coupled with Taoist heritage instruments, it is no problem to use incantations and Yuan Qi mana to stimulate and deal with a mere ghost.

The light almost shone the ghosts away.

Zhang Wenfeng was fighting ghosts for the first time, he was not experienced enough, and he didn't have an intuitive understanding of his own soaring strength, so he hurriedly cut off the bronze mirror to cast spells, but he couldn't just kill ghosts like this, cut off the clues, and make it easier for thieves to cast spells in the dark.

The weak ghost who finally escaped from the dead was only a thin mass, and instinctively escaped through the crack of the door.

Zhang Wenfeng took the opportunity to pop out a finger of cinnabar ink, and two very fine red spots stained Yin Gui's body.

He opened the door, quickly took a picture of the "Zhen Zhai Talisman" left by Master on the door frame, closed the door, dodged and fluttered over the wall of the high courtyard, and chased after the ghost, he wanted to follow the vine Touch your paws to find the man behind the cast.

He heard the screeching donkey barking in the courtyard wall and stopped abruptly.

Secretly guessing that the donkey may have noticed something dirty, so it screamed and warned?
His master doesn't like dogs barking at guests, it's rude. Taoist temples don't keep dogs and care homes, and don't like chickens and ducks pulling dung everywhere, which is unsightly and smells bad, so the Taoist temple is clean and fresh. But even to eat eggs, duck eggs have to go to the town to buy.

During his lifetime, Master had many times praised the black-haired donkey that he had raised for many years and used it as a part-time horse to pull the grinder.

Call it docile spirituality, and treat it kindly.

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　This is the "Sanzang Great Sage" who wrote the last book on credit and owes the update, and the new book will be returned!

　　Thanks to "Flying Bear Man" for the support of the new book!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)