"Those are polite words. We must be polite and courteous when dealing with others. We can't be like the heroes in Uncle Lame's Jianghu stories. He always says, 'You're late, you're wasting my time, and I'm going to be a fool.' Quan', does that make sense?"
After lunch, one person and one donkey walked on the official road where few people walked.
The autumn sunshine is just right.
Zhang Wenfeng wore a bamboo hat. When faced with the questions raised by the donkey beneath him, he casually used the words of his lame uncle to resolve them.
The donkey grinned and said "Ahh...ahhh" with joy, and walked with a bounce.
The image of the old cripple that had been left in its heart in the past, such as being heroic, thick, carefree and reckless, gradually faded away.
"But...you do have something serious to do this morning. Can't you lie to me?"
After the donkey laughed, he still struggled with the details and continued to ask questions.
Zhang Wenfeng sighed and said: "It's such a trivial matter in the world. It can still be handled by the second senior brother. Does a 'big shot' like me need to personally come and accompany you? I will give you a chance to test you and point out your shortcomings." You must be grateful and accept opinions with an open mind. It seems that I will have to test you at any time in the future to prevent you from going astray."
The donkey was right.
The city official who was doing the work respectfully addressed the temple master as "sir".
It was the donkey's head that got into trouble, and he thought wrong and apologized: "I misunderstood the good intentions of the viewer, so I won't dare to do it next time."
This guy is getting harder and harder to fool. It’s not easy to be a mentor.
You have to be more rigorous next time and don't make such low-level flaws.
Zhang Wenfeng said sincerely: "When you encounter questions, you must dare to raise them for debate. The more you debate, the clearer the truth will be. You and I are of the same mind. From now on, we must support each other and walk together. There is no inherent distinction between superior and inferior. I will wait until you understand the truth better." , I will pay less attention to your actions."
The donkey was so inspired by the word "comrade" that it couldn't help itself, and it ran very fast with the wind in its four hooves.
It was respected.
It babbles on in its mouth, arguing with the viewer with a bunch of little truths it has heard.
The visitor drank another gourd of spiritual spring water on the way this time. This guy was so talkative that it almost made him wonder, was he riding a bitch-mouthed female donkey?
When he arrived at Daolu Branch, Zhang Wenfeng went to the main hall of Wu Yuan to meet him as usual. He stood and chatted for a few words, then excused himself and went to the library to read. He could see that Wu Yuan was very busy. There were seven files piled up on the desk. Baben, being an official does not give you freedom.
It's better to live a comfortable life like him. If you get less spiritual energy stones, you can just find a way to earn them.
I asked the Taoist priest in charge of the library and got the answer that monks in Huaqi Realm are allowed to copy the books in the library. Please keep them properly and don't let them go out to the wrong people, so as not to damage your moral character.
That was very polite, so he went out again and fetched pens, ink and paper from the small house arranged for him.
He is good at painting, and the spell books he copied are accurate.
It took less than half an hour to acquire the only two basic thunder techniques here, "Nine Heavens Mysterious Lightning Technique" and "Nine Heavens Hundred Tribulations Thunder Entanglement Technique". I also read the classics on refining medicine for half an hour, and made After taking notes on a few pieces of paper, we set off back to the mountain.
This time the donkey carried four bags of silver bone charcoal for refining medicine, which was expensive.
Fortunately, I robbed the seven banknotes that were sent to the thieves last time, otherwise I really couldn't afford it.
The donkey learned a lesson in the morning and learned well. It endured its temper and refrained from asking about Lei Fa.
He plucks gourds and gourds here and there, chattering away while trying to be patient with the viewer.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't test the donkey for long this time. He really couldn't stand the guy's endless noise. The newly filled water in the gourd was not enough to drink, so he told the donkey the thunder method, whose full name is "Nine Heavens Mysterious Lightning Technique", word for word. Listen, read the general instructions first, and then read the detailed training methods.
"As high as the Nine Heavens, there are millions of places to go. In the realm of the Nine Heavens, the blue sky is the disciple. I don't know that the blue sky is where the earth lives. Moreover, this true earth has no form and no form. It is the door of all transformations. The accumulated clouds become the sky, and the strength is strong. Hold it. Cover it like cotton, and it can support everything..."
Er Genzi finally found peace.
After three times, the donkey shut up completely and he didn't explain anything.
He didn't understand the thunder method, so he didn't make random guesses and gave any advice. He let the donkey figure it out on his own.
For the time being, he would not show the donkey the step-gang step-dou technique for practicing thunder technique, which is also the body technique. He secretly thought that the donkey had four legs, so how could he do the step-step step with two feet like a human being?
Thinking about how funny that scene would be, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Forget it, wait until you get back and let the donkey learn how to walk, lest this guy accidentally carry him into the ditch.
After thinking about the knowledge of refining medicine along the way, they returned to the top of the mountain. It was getting dark, and they were all waiting for him to come back and have dinner together.
Four people sat around the table. Except for the old lame man, who drank and chatted for a few words, the other three people followed the rules and kept silent. They only occasionally responded aloud. The atmosphere was harmonious and not awkward.
The old lame man had long been accustomed to the virtues of these bull-nosed people, and muttered a few words: "What's strange is that the donkey went to the city, and when he came back he didn't even enter the canteen, didn't drink wine, and didn't even say hello to me? "
"Are you hunting wild food to fill your stomach, or are you missing the female donkey?"
"No, I have to take a look at it later. Could it be that it ate something bad and got sick?"
After dinner, Zhang Wenfeng went down the mountain to the forest at the source of Lingquan. He found the donkey spinning in circles. He took out a few pages of paper and told the donkey to memorize the steps and steps used in the art of lightning.
He stood on the big rock and watched with interest the donkey's footwork.
The donkey couldn't even walk now. It bumped into a tree in three or two steps, and almost twisted its hooves into a bow tie after taking a few more steps.
It was so miserable that Zhang Wenfeng couldn't bear to see a donkey that was so diligent that he forgot to eat and sleep, and had to abuse himself to practice human magic. He shook his head slightly, collected the paper and returned to the mountain.
He can only guide the donkey mentally and encourage the donkey spiritually.
As for Lei Fa, he is really powerless, and every line is like a mountain.
While drinking tea and chatting in the west hall, I heard that the second senior brother said that he had communicated with the village chiefs of several nearby villages. Each village very much welcomes Xianling Temple to assess and recruit Taoist seedlings, especially those who lost their parents when they were young. Guy, I really need to be picked up by Xian Lingguan. Of course, the second brother will not give in on the issue of principle.
Tomorrow morning, the second senior brother will harvest the mature beans (soybeans). If he has time, he will cut down trees and stakes. He will drive piles from the edge of the newly purchased west hill to form a fence to encircle the land to prevent outsiders. Entered by mistake.
Zhang Wenfeng said that he would harvest the beans together tomorrow morning and could not let the second senior brother work alone without touching the ground.
Yue Anyan will not stand idly by. She will finish her farm work early tomorrow, and then she will receive people from nearby villages who come up the mountain to seek medical treatment and talismans. There are many people going up the mountain today, but after knowing the clear money for diagnosis and incense set by the Taoist temple, They all said that this should be the case, and then they all made excuses to come back next time and went back.
After talking about these family matters, the three of them finished their tea and got up to do evening classes.
On the morning of the tenth day of the lunar month, the sun came out and dew fell from the ground.
The three Taoist priests tied up their sleeves, rolled up their trousers, wore the straw sandals worn by the old lame man in his spare time, and wore bamboo hats to go to the fields to harvest a few scattered pieces of beans. When more than half of them were harvested, the viewer shouted to wake up the donkeys who were immersed in cultivation. , and let the cows carry bundles of beans back to the top of the mountain in batches. This kind of climbing back and forth makes the cows work too slowly.
The old cripple unloaded the bundle of beans from the donkey's back and spread it out in the wheat field in front of the kitchen to be exposed to the sun. Seeing that the donkey had regained its spirit, he felt relieved and joked in a loud voice that he wanted to find a female donkey for the donkey.
The lame man is a talker, and if he talks but doesn't do anything, the donkey won't even bother to talk to him.
Four people and one donkey worked for half a morning. After harvesting the beans, they only had to dry them for a few days before they could knock them out with wooden sticks.
At night, the bean stalks must be stacked and covered with straw to prevent them from getting wet with dew at night.
After finishing his work, it was still noon. Zhang Wenfeng washed himself, changed into a set of clean old clothes, took a package of medicinal materials and a small bag of silver bone charcoal, and opened the door of the east hall.
He won't go to the city today and tomorrow. He will try to refine the medicine.
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