Zhang Kedao heard five faint bangs coming from the direction of the town in the distance.
He did not rush to return the sun, stop his soul's desire for the "host body", and confirm that no other ghosts existed. He took advantage of some time to fly above, silently chanting "Tianzun of Taishang Cave Xuanlingbao said to save suffering and eliminate sin" "Wonderful Sutra".
Salvation for the deceased and letting the soul rest in peace can be regarded as respect for the "host" and a simple handover ceremony.
Those who can return Yang are the lucky ones who have not yet exhausted their Yang life and can escape from the underworld.
Not all wandering souls and ghosts can take over corpses and return them to life. Nothing in the world is that cheap.
Zhang Kedao recited the "Supreme Suffering Sutra" once, and blessed himself with the Qingxin Jue, and then his soul penetrated into the body like a light mist.
He continued to chant the scriptures silently, and could feel that his soul was integrating into the host body, accepting all kinds of chaotic memories. The distorted expression on the face of the host body gradually became peaceful, and the curled up body lay down comfortably.
After forcing his soul to fall into place, Zhang Kedao did not dare to sleep at the critical moment as he was overcome by fatigue and drowsiness like a tide.
There will be more days of sleep in the future, and he must overcome his inertia.
He chanted the sutra over and over again, trying his best to perfectly integrate his soul into his body.
As an amateur Taoist priest, he knows far more knowledge about returning Yang than ordinary people. Using scriptures to cleanse oneself and the remaining breath of the host body is the most common and basic method of returning Yang and integrating it. Of course, no matter how advanced he is, he cannot do it.
After working hard until the sun shone slantly into the room from the small window of the thatched hut, and the whole room was bright, Zhang Kedao was done, turned over, covered himself with a thin cloth quilt with two patches, and fell asleep. He was really too tired.
The lights and shadows move colorfully, and the hut becomes dark again.
It was a good sleep until in the afternoon, Zhang Kedao was woken up by a high-pitched and unpleasant continuous braying like a saw coming from the livestock shed behind him.
The sound insulation effect of the hut is slightly better than that of the livestock shed with transparency on all sides.
The hungry Zhang Kedao got up, looked at the coarse cloth patched at the elbow, and then looked at the old gray cloth Taoist robes stacked on the wooden stool beside the bed. He basically accepted the memory of the host body... and various other things. Knowledge skills.
He attributed this to the blessings he received from reciting scriptures and performing the ceremony perfectly.
What surprised him was not the identity of the Taoist priest named "Zhang Wenfeng", but that there were real immortal cultivators, monsters, devils, ghosts, evil spirits and other mysterious creatures in this world. He could not let go of the fact that he saw a huge hand in front of his eyes. Shadow, a strange thing that appears out of thin air.
He broke into a legendary world of cultivating immortals.
What was even more surprising was that he found that the body he merged with had cultivation base, Taoism and martial arts.
"Ah!"
Zhang Kedao shook his head and smiled. Is this considered to be the end of all his hardships and the blessings he will have in the future if he survives a catastrophe?
It's a real death, he thought while enjoying the pain.
It was a simple and neat mud-brick hut. There was a rough wooden table near the window, with two hand-written scriptures on it. A silver-sheathed sword hung on the wall, and an unpainted original wooden door. Leads to a small utility room next door.
According to his memory, he found a set of clean and neatly stacked clothes and shoes from the old wooden cabinet in the room. Zhang Kedao took them off and changed them from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside. Although they were also washed and turned white. Old cloth clothes, I feel uncomfortable wearing them.
When the work is done later, the clothes and cloth shoes that have been changed will be burned and considered as an end.
In the evening, perform rituals for the dead souls and burn some paper money, ingots, etc. These items are not lacking in Taoist temples.
Pulling up his hair into a bun, inserting a wooden hairpin in it, tidying up his old Taoist robes, Zhang Kedao opened the door bolt, crossed the threshold and walked out of the hut, ignoring the donkey that was still barking for food.
Go out from the side door of the courtyard wall along the green brick passage, go into the kitchen, uncover the wooden boards of the water tank, scoop water into the wooden basin with a gourd, and wash your hands and face carefully.
He was still unfamiliar with this body, so he gradually became familiar with it by doing some trivial things in daily life, and wiped the water stains on his hands with an old blue towel on the wooden stand.
Pass through the wheat drying field, go up the stone steps, and walk to the main entrance of the Taoist temple.
On the plaque with a black background and gold edges, there are three large golden characters engraved from right to left: Xianlingguan.
The two small characters "Xuanmu" in ancient seal script are arranged vertically at the title.
The surrounding environment of the Taoist temple is quiet and solemn, surrounded by ancient trees and orderly. The wind blows the branches and leaves like waves, and the yellow leaves fall, adding a touch of autumn color.
The ground in front of the temple is elevated and paved into a green brick square. A two-person three-story tower-shaped bronze prayer incense burner stands majestically in the square. The patina washed away by rain reflects the accumulation of history.
The lower part of the eaves and the edge of the green brick square are surrounded by stone pillars carved with animals. Only the Taoist temple plaque and the carved beams and pillars have some mottled and peeling paint on the doors and windows, indicating that the Taoist temple has lived a relatively tight life.
Zhang Kedao accepted everything in the host body, and it was no problem to read and hear the language here.
He took out a bunch of long and short brass keys from his waist, selected one of the two-tooth keys that was rubbed brightly, and tinkered with the brass ring keyhole in the middle of the door for a while. Double-open black-painted gold-edged wooden doors.
The light and elegant scent of incense rushed out from the hall and filled his nose. Zhang Kedao collected the copper key, arranged his old Taoist robe and hair again, looked serious, lifted up the hem and stepped over the high copper-clad threshold.
Take out nine sticks of incense sticks from the side table and light them with the ever-burning lamp.
Holding the incense in both hands, clasping the upper part of the chest, he bowed three times to the three statues of Taoist ancestors enshrined in the small Sanqing Hall. He muttered some words and inserted the burning incense stick into the small incense burner in the hall.
Then offer incense to the colorful statues of the two founders of the temple sitting in the curtain gallery on the left. Below are the neatly arranged tablets of deceased temple leaders of various generations.
Use a small copper pot to fill the three everlasting lamps with clear oil, take out the small brass scissors from the drawer of the altar table, trim the wicks and turn on the light.
Then he took out a dry rag to wipe the fence, desk, table, incense burner, copper candlestick, lampshade, door and other objects. Each time he did something, there was a corresponding memory to make him familiar with it. Then he used another large piece of rag to slightly wet it to clean the hall. The floor is made of blue bricks, and the rags are washed with clean water and dried on the rope on the side of the Taoist temple.
After washing his hands, Zhang Kedao returned to the main hall, knelt down on a thick wheat straw futon in the middle, straightened his body and chanted the Sutra. Although he was the only one chanting the Sutra, he was still meticulous.
He started the tune with Bu Xu rhyme, rising and falling, neither fast nor slow, and there was no obvious pause even when he took breaths in the middle.
The incense and mist linger in the solemn hall, and the sound of chanting sutras rises and falls like the tide.
Finally, with the sound of "ding", his first lesson in this world was completed.
He stood up and bowed three times to the Sanqingcai statue.
Smelling the scent of incense filling the room, I felt that my whole body was clear and the spiritual platform was clear.
From then on, he was a formal Taoist priest who advocated hearing the news in Xianling Guan Guan and relying on ultimatums. Zhang Kedao in his previous life could only live deep in his heart and was unknown to outsiders.
(Hereinafter, Zhang Wenfeng is used as the protagonist’s name, and the hours and dimensions are all measured in ancient units)
Stepping out of the Sanqing Hall and descending the bluestone steps, Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the round granite sundial under the sun on his left. The light and shadow pointed to the last six quarters. It was two-thirty in the afternoon. Although he was hungry, his face was filled with the hope of surviving the disaster. He was so indifferent that he could only keep his guilt for his parents in his previous life buried deep in his heart.
Living is a long practice.
Cherish what you have at the moment!
