Late at night, Zhang Wenfeng practiced Wuyou Jue and sat cross-legged to guard his mind, reciting the "Tai Shang Sutra of Everlasting Peace" repeatedly for about an hour.
Use the scriptures to wash away the dust, achieve extreme tranquility, and breathe out a long breath after your whole body is translucent.
Cultivation is like sailing against the current. You must not relax, do not be eager for quick success, and must not be greedy for perfection.
He almost suffered a loss and gave birth to inner demons, and secretly warned that he would need to strengthen his sutra chanting and reflect on himself every day to cleanse his mind.
When I stood up, the candles in the quiet room had long been burned out and it was pitch black.
He paced in the dark for a long time, and thought of the "Mu Lei Method", and asked via voice transmission: "Friend Zhong Dao, it's so late, I didn't bother you, right?"
There is no yellow talisman on the mouth of the bottle, and there is no simple Yuan Qi restriction.
Zhong Wenyong transformed into the former mountain god and puffed away mist in the bottle. He was so happy. After suffering for more than five hundred years, he finally had hope after all the hardships.
"Don't bother me. If you need anything from fellow Daoist Zhang, please feel free to tell me!"
Transformed into a mountain god the size of a finger, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He absorbed the power of the incense and would indeed not be disturbed.
He guessed what Daoyou Zhang wanted to ask about and kept waiting.
"I wonder, fellow Daoist Zhong, if you have any Mu Lei training methods?"
Zhang Wenfeng knew that the mountain god deliberately gave him the burden of "Jade Qing Jia Mu Thunder Talisman" in order to make him owe more favors, so he was not polite. It is said that one thing does not bother the two masters.
Instead of going to the Daolu Academy to ask for the Wood Thunder Technique reward for meritorious service, it would be more satisfying to speak to the God of Zhongshan.
At worst, when the remnant soul of the God of Chaosu Mountain enters the underworld, he will recite the scriptures several times to give blessings.
He has relaxed his mind, as long as he doesn't violate the limit.
"Back then, I got a fragment of the Taoist "Qingxiao Jumu Lei Book". The first part is still complete. I copied it on the paper. You can try to practice it, fellow Taoist Zhang. In the future, you may be able to find the complete text and complete the exercises."
Having made his words clear, Zhong Wenyong stopped pretending to be reserved and a roll of rice paper flew out of the bottle.
The roll of paper changes from the size of a needle to the size of a ruler. This is the trick of the mountain god.
Zhang Wenfeng took out the roll of paper from the black cloth bag and whispered to himself what method Zhong Wenyong used to hide so many items on his body? Does he believe that Zhong Wenyong, as a shaman cultivator and mountain god, can remember so many Taoist things?
Of course he won't pry into other people's secrets.
There is no need to say thank you to Zhong Wenyong, just keep it in your heart.
After walking out of the quiet room, he lit a candle and unfolded the paper. There were three pages, with pictures and text written on both sides with spells.
After reading it once, he immediately grinded it on an inkstone while dripping water, and then wrote and copied the remaining chapters.
The front part of "Qingxiao Ju Mu Lei Book" is complete. After he learns the basics of Mu Lei method, he can draw the thunder talisman.
Twenty-seventh day.
After finishing morning classes, I had breakfast.
Zhang Wenfeng, his second senior brother, and Yue Anyan were drinking tea leisurely in the west hall.
Let’s talk about the selfishness of the Taoist parents, and share what the second senior brother has seen while out assessing apprentices these days.
"Yesterday at noon, I went to Qianling Village. When passing through Canghe Town, I met layman Wei Xingde. We stood on the roadside and chatted for a long time. He said that since the last time there was a monster in their house, someone in the village had opinions about their family and the problem was still there. Not very big.
Later, for some reason, word spread that the two spirits that had been driven away from their home went to Nihu Village and killed half the men and women in the village, killing more than 200 people.
He also said that the government only killed one of the spirits in Banni Lake, and the other one would come back sooner or later.
Now their family has no peace, and their children dare not go out. The women in the village criticize mulberry trees and locust trees every day. Every night, someone throws excrement into their yard, and no matter how they explain it, it is useless.
He wanted to ask me to ask, since our Taoist temple has recruited so many apprentices, do we need manpower to do the work? He wants to move his family and has no plans to return to the village for at least ten years. "
Zhang Wenfeng and Yue Anyan looked at each other. They had all interacted with that family and had a good impression.
Currently, Wei Jingjie, a dark-skinned young man, is still staying in the mountains, helping Uncle Cripple with his work. Uncle Cripple likes his diligent hands and feet. During the day these days, Uncle Cripple is teaching Wei Jingjie how to practice standing with a wooden spear.
"Okay, he is an outsider. The mountain is also in need of people to cook, grow vegetables, and farm. Last time I asked Uncle Lai to find some people to work here for a long time. Uncle Lai said that it is hard to find hard-working people, so he also In comparison, Second Senior Brother, please talk to Uncle Cripple and then talk to Wei Xingde. The wages will be generous and the rules will be explained clearly first.
They couldn't live in the short mountain yard and had to build another house by the woods to the east.
From now on, our Taoist temple will have many people and many things to do, such as shopping nearby, running errands, finding nearby farmers to farm and harvest, settling accounts and bargaining, etc. These chores require specialized people. Wei Xingde should be able to do the job and can slowly investigate. If we choose this manpower well, it can save us a lot of things. "
Zhang Wenfeng agreed.
Although the apprentices recruited by Taoist temples also work in the fields, they do it for training, and their main occupation is practice.
The second senior brother agreed and talked about other things. After drinking a pot of tea, the three of them dispersed.
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Zhang Wenfeng put on a bamboo hat, called the donkey up the mountain, and put on the saddle. The young badger coiled up in a bamboo basket lined with withered grass and slept soundly. The bamboo basket was hung on the donkey's back. The little badger lay dormant day and night, with different schedules.
He said hello to Uncle Lame, who was instructing a dark-skinned boy to make a gun in the wheat drying field: "Uncle Lame, I'm going to the city. You don't have to leave food for me at noon and evening."
"Okay, you go and get down to business."
The old lame man held an iron drill and carefully taught and corrected the young man's spear-sticking movements. The requirements were very strict.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the sweaty swarthy young man. He also learned Uncle Lame's Zhongping Spear back then. Later, his master interfered and he didn't spend time practicing. He still remembered the spear moves, especially the fierce and abrupt "Returning Spear". He remembered Very profound.
After coming down the mountain, he rode a donkey on the official road.
After answering all kinds of strange questions asked by Donkey, he arrived in the city before he knew it.
First, he went to the blacksmith shop and picked up some of the carving tools he had customized yesterday. He then went to the Daolu branch and greeted the master. At this time, the master was pretty busy and could test the donkey and the badger cubs.
Not wanting to make it known to everyone, he led the donkey into the empty room next door.
After completing the test, Wu Qianping handed four files to Zhang Wenfeng, who filled them out one by one and received two "First-Level Spirit Beast Tokens", black iron in color, with information such as the type, characteristics, and owner of the spirit beast engraved on the back.
Wu Qianping had already carved the sign and blessed it with a breath, just waiting for him to come and collect it.
I read in the library in the morning. After lunch, I returned to the office room and spread out pen and paper on the desk.
He thought over and over again and decided to choose the Taoist classic "Tai Shang Tong Xuan Four Directions Miao Jing" circulated in this world, and carve it on eight sides of the jade pillar to serve as the base of the formation. He did not dare to include the "Tao Te Ching" that had never appeared in the text. .
Occasionally chanting sutras in the language of the previous life is treated as a secret language in dialect. Even if others hear it, it will not be true to the spoken word.
If a magnificent work of several thousand words appears on a jade pillar, whether it is written in Chinese characters from the previous life or Da'an characters, it will cause trouble if others read it. It is better not to ask for trouble.
Spreading out the scriptures, Zhang Guanzhu held the black stone in his hand and used a wooden ruler to mark the size of the jade pillar on the rice paper.
He has to sort out the scriptures that will be used on all eight sides of the sixty-four pillars. Each pillar must maintain the integrity of the scriptures. Every eight pillars are a group and a whole.
This is a meticulous and tedious task that requires energy and preparation in advance.
I was busy until dark and missed dinner, so I took my donkey and sold some cooked food in a shop on the street.
It's not too late yet, use the token to exit the city through the side door.
The donkey rushed back to the Taoist temple without stopping, just in time for the evening class to begin.
In the next few days, Zhang Wenfeng did not ride the donkey again. He left early in the morning and returned late, traveling between the county town and the Taoist temple.
In the morning I read classics in the library, in the afternoon I compiled and copied scriptures, and in the evening I read scriptures and reflected on myself. I spent some free time figuring out the art of thunder and collecting copper coins, and asked Che Sheng to help me.
The days are busy and fulfilling.
If you don't pay attention to your homework in the morning and evening, otherwise you will put the cart before the horse.
At the end of the month, Zhang Wenfeng finally finished copying and excerpting all the scriptures to be engraved on the jade pillars. A thick stack of rice paper and a basket of copper coins that were over a century old that Che Sheng had collected for him were placed on the altar table of the Taoist temple.
After tidying up, rubbing my sore fingers, I opened the door and went out.
Seeing Fu Gujing, who was full of joy, walking towards him, he cupped his fists and smiled from a distance:
"Brother Zhang, please go to Zhiweilou for a drink. You won't come home until you're drunk tonight!"
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the sky. It turned cloudy at some point and it looked like it was about to rain. He finished work early today and said with a smile, "Brother Fu, what good things can you tell me?"
"Haha, I can't hide it from you, which is a good thing and a happy event."
Fu Gujing beamed with joy and said via message: "Thanks to you, brother, Junior Sister Yun has broken through the bottleneck and successfully advanced to the Jianwei Realm. Do you think this is a happy event?"
Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists hurriedly: "Congratulations, congratulations!"
The confused message asked: "Why is it thanks to me? How can you say this?"
He was busy with his own affairs these days and only met with Principal Wu, Fu Gujing and the recovered Chen Qingqiao. He had not met Yun Qiuhe for a few days.
"Junior sister Yun said that the night before yesterday, in the dead of night, she was fascinated by the artistic conception of your landscape painting. Suddenly she had an idea. She realized that the bottleneck was loose, so she secluded herself in her residence. She made a breakthrough this morning. Therefore, she should thank you for letting her find it. Opportunity for breakthrough... Well, it’s hard to break through the bottleneck.”
Fu Gujing's last sentence was inspired by the fact that he has been stuck at a bottleneck for almost two years.
Although it was a happy event for his junior sister to break through, he felt even more pressing.
"Haha, that's the opportunity, Fellow Daoist Yun, and it has little to do with my paintings. Brother Fu, you have accumulated a lot of experience, and your breakthrough is coming soon."
"Haha, Cheng Jiyan, I must have a few more drinks tonight."
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