I pried a few green bricks from the corners of the courtyard wall, buried some soil, and smoothed the potholes caused by sword practice.
Zhang Wenfeng opened the courtyard door, held a sword at his waist, and went down the hillside barefoot. He saw a trampled mess in the half-ploughed field, and the black donkey was nowhere to be found.
"Black Donkey, where did you go? You haven't come back yet."
Zhang Wenfeng shouted. Ever since he heard that the donkey had enlightenment by listening to the chanting of sutras, he was not worried that the donkey would run away from home.
Of course he would not kill his own monsters.
"Ah uh... ah... uh..."
A donkey brayed from the upper reaches of the stream northwest of the short mountain, and a black donkey jumped out of the woods, dripping wet.
"Go away and shake the water, don't mess with me. Since I'm kind enough to take you in, I have to make a three-part agreement with you. You can't violate the Taoist rules. If you do, don't blame me for driving you away."
Zhang Wenfeng pushed the shameless donkey away. Other people had cats and dogs, but it was better for him here. He had a cute 800-pound donkey. He lowered his face and set rules with the donkey seriously.
The black donkey grinned like a toothy grin and nodded repeatedly to assure himself, "Don't worry, Temple Master, I will never violate my moral conscience. I understand all the Taoist rules."
His words were very arrogant, and I don’t know where he learned them.
The donkey then changed his subject and said, "Master Guanzi, I just saw the old lame man, the second senior brother and the hunchback at the bend of the mountain."
Zhang Wenfeng said "Oh", suddenly remembered something, and asked hurriedly: "With your behavior like this, won't other monks see through your identity as a monster?"
Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe came here yesterday, especially Fu Gujing who stayed overnight in the backyard, and they both saw the black donkey.
The two of them didn't seem to see anything wrong with the donkey?
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't see any demonic energy fluctuations on the black donkey using his spiritual vision. I don't know why?
Could it be that after listening to sutra chanting too much, the donkey became enlightened and became different from other monsters?
"I don't know, I talked to them yesterday, but they didn't pay attention. Hey, don't talk nonsense next time. It will be bad if you meet someone who understands donkey talk. By the way, the viewer, how can you suddenly understand what I say? , scolded you before..."
This is a unique donkey who has been alone for a long time and is very expressive.
As the saying goes, if you talk too much, you will make mistakes, and the donkey is no exception. It will stop talking immediately.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the scornful donkey, wrote down the account in a small notebook, and ignored it for the time being, saying: "You are not allowed to talk nonsense in front of people. You donkey's dumb head can understand, what's weird about me suddenly understanding donkey language?" I will try to practice my voice transmission skills tonight so that I can talk to you more easily in the future."
He also felt strange that he didn't seem to hear the donkey talking when he was walking with Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe yesterday?
When did he awaken to this unique and rare language talent?
"That's right, I promise not to talk nonsense in the future."
"One more thing, you are a monster donkey, you have only plowed so much land, and now you are complaining and getting tired. You have eaten so much fodder, where did all your strength go?"
"No, Master, you embed the plow too deep into the ground. It's not like this normally. How can you bear it after thirty turns? Chew some hay every day to wrap your belly. Your health is very bad. Besides, it's still a cow to plow the land. If you're good at it, why would you bother me, a donkey running errands?"
After listening to Donkey's complaints, Zhang Wenfeng remained silent.
Although he inherited this body, he knew how to plow the land, and he was very skilled, but his cultivation had greatly improved, and he accidentally used a little too much force, and didn't pay attention to pressing the plow too tightly. Of course, he wouldn't do it in front of this donkey. Admit mistakes.
If you make a mistake, you can correct it next time. Don't let the donkey have a chance to act.
"I'll serve you good food and drink every day, do some picky work, and buy a cow back later. But you have to keep an eye on the Taoist temple and the backyard at night. Don't let the Taoist temple in without any hesitation." Evil ghost, thief, you are a donkey, others will not guard you, can you do this little thing?"
The black donkey was scolded, and instead of feeling depressed, he felt energetic.
It leaned its head over and grinned, saying, "You can do this. I'll take care of the housekeeping and nursing home duties at night...Well, I have to remove the rope, right? Otherwise, I won't be able to patrol the night."
As a donkey, it rushes to do the dog's work. For the sake of freedom, it feels that it is a good deal.
Zhang Wenfeng pushed Donkey's face away and said decisively: "Yes!"
Sandao could already see three figures carrying packages, so he ended his conversation with the donkey and packed up the wooden plow and tools.
The black donkey went to the side and shook off the water stains on his body. He stood quietly and docilely, stupidly.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at it, he knew how to pretend, it was a small sample, he still had to examine it for a while.
But he could sense the dependence the donkey inadvertently showed on the Taoist temple, so he probably couldn't fake it.
"Hey, Brother Feng, how can I let you work in the fields?"
The old lame man raised his hand to say hello and said: "The Tuozi family has been hosting a decent banquet these days. We have packed some clean fried fish, braised elbow meat, chopped meat, and roasted meatballs. Let's treat Brother Feng to a good meal tonight. , and also brought a small jar of sorghum liquor."
He glanced at the dark green sword hanging on the waist of the viewer. He was a martial arts practitioner and was keen on this.
When did the Guanzhu change his sword?
The hunchback smiles brightly. A grandson is added to the family, and there will be someone who can inherit the incense.
These days, he always smiles when he sees everyone, and is full of joy. He greets his second senior brother and the temple master.
Zhang Wenfeng responded one by one with a smile. He was considering whether to show off before or after the meal. He already knew the truth.
The second senior brother rushed down to the ground and put the wooden plow on his shoulders, not caring about the mud on it.
Four people and one donkey, dressed in colorful clouds, stepped on the long shadows of the trees. The viewer walked in front, and the old lame man walked second among the elders, walking up the mountain in turn.
When they reached the top of the mountain, the lame man went to work in the kitchen, while the hunchback put down his parcel and went to the vegetable field to pick vegetables and help cook.
Zhang Wenfeng fetched water from the well to wash himself, put on a pair of new clothes, cleaned the clothes stained by work, hung them on the ropes on the eaves, and walked to the livestock shed at the back. The second senior brother was shaking the donkey's feed, and he said: "Second Senior Brother, please tie the donkey's rope off. There is no need to fasten the door of the shed, just let it come in and out."
Seeing the second senior brother standing up with some surprise on his face, he explained: "This is the mount left by the master. When the master was alive, he rarely tied it and let it run around in the mountains and down the mountains. He said that it was very spiritual and could not leave."
When the second senior brother heard what he said, he smiled and said: "That seems to be the case. Okay, take off the rope and open the door."
For the Master, he looked up to him like a mountain, and he always had a firm belief in him.
After watching Second Senior Brother finish his work, Zhang Wenfeng asked: "Second Senior Brother, can you still get used to the hard life on the mountain?"
The second senior brother looked at the solemn face of the temple master. He couldn't believe that happiness came so suddenly. His voice was trembling with excitement and he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I can! Please invite me back to the Fairy Spirit Temple to clear up the rules and regulations. I will definitely be able to do it." Observe and do not dare to slack off in your practice."
Zhang Wenfeng helped up his cousin who was half-bowing and said, "Come back. From now on, as long as you don't violate the Taoist rules and don't think about returning to secular life, you will stay on the mountain to practice, examine yourself three times every day, and strive to climb the mountain as soon as possible." The Avenue of Immortality.”
"Thank you to the temple master for taking me in! Thank you to the temple master for your kind words!"
The second senior brother almost cried with joy, he had finally waited for this day.
Others may think that life in the mountains is hard, working every day, meditating and chanting sutras is boring.
But he enjoyed it very much. The world recorded in Taoist classics was mysterious and colorful, which he yearned for all his life.
If you have different wishes and pursue different interests, the paths you take will naturally be different.
Blessings are immeasurable!
