After a banquet, Yun Qiuhe, who had been promoted, was not seen from the beginning to the end. I heard from the old master that Yun Qiuhe was still stabilizing his cultivation at his residence, and he would have to officially leave seclusion in two days before meeting everyone again.
Zhang Wenfeng suspected that the alcohol bug in Lao Fu's belly was causing trouble, so he took the opportunity to pull the three of them out to drink.
The night was deep, Zhang Guanzhu faced the misty rain and returned to the Taoist temple.
The smell of alcohol had long since dissipated from his body, and his robes dampened by the drizzle had evaporated to dryness. Seeing that there was still light spilling out of the hall, he scooped up water to cleanse his hands, climbed up the steps, and pushed open the heavy wooden door that was ajar.
The second senior brother who was sitting cross-legged reading stood up, put the book in his arms, and clasped his fists in greeting:
"The temple master is back."
"I'm back, thank you for waiting, senior brother."
After a brief exchange of words in return, Zhang Wenfeng twisted the incense stick from the desk, offered the incense and saluted the Taoist ancestors and masters, then knelt down to chant sutras and do homework. The second senior brother accompanied him, chanting sutras and singing harmony.
Once the homework is completed, the dust and distracting thoughts are swept away, and the altar is clear and indescribable.
After closing the door and locking it, they went to the west hall to boil water and drink tea.
"This afternoon, Yue Anyan and Uncle Lai, I inspected and accepted the completion of the new courtyard. There were no problems, so we paid the final payment. Foreman Zhang Wenjie also wanted to talk about the reconstruction of the backyard on the mountain. The weather just turned cloudy today, so I I made excuses and pushed away.
I talked to Wei Xingde. Their family will move to the backyard temporarily tomorrow. The family’s belongings will be moved there after the house down the mountain is completed. He is a master carpenter and is an expert in building houses. He can just find a few people to help him. He said there was no need to bother others with the backyard on the mountain, he would find someone to do it.
A total of thirty-five apprentices have been recruited, including six female apprentices. I have entrusted all the quilts, cotton robes, shoes and socks, wooden basins and other items that the apprentices need to the two surrounding towns according to the size specifications. Several shops in the country make custom orders and deliver them on the 7th of next month.
There are two other things that need to be decided by the temple owner. When building a new courtyard at the foot of the mountain, the temple owner has to name it and inscribe it. I will have someone carve the lintel. Furthermore, the 9th of next month is an auspicious day for opening a business and recruiting students. The next auspicious day will not be until the 17th. "
After listening to the second senior brother's long speech, Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment and said: "The 'Qingzheng Courtyard' can be used."
Agitation beats cold, calmness beats heat. Tranquility is the righteousness of the world.
Get up and spread rice paper on the desk, add a little water to the inkstone, and slowly grind it with an ink stick.
"On the 9th of next month, okay."
He made the final decision, picked up a large pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote "Qingzheng Courtyard" in regular script in four strokes. The structure was rigorous and the rules were measured. He only didn't sign the signature, and said: "Brother, I've been so worried. I will try to arrange the formation before nine days."
"It's so hard for the temple master to travel back and forth, and all I do are small things. Blessings will be born, the Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
The two discussed some more matters such as erecting a mountain gate archway at the intersection. When the ink dried, the second senior brother went out holding the calligraphy treasure.
Zhang Wenfeng walked into the quiet room and sat down, asking the mountain god for advice on the formation issues he was thinking about.
It is not difficult for him to set up the formation pillars, carve scriptures, draw runes and other matters.
The difficult thing is how to follow the situation and calculate the position of the hexagram point where the formation pillar is buried.
When setting up the formation this time, he could rely on Zhong Wenyong to calculate the directions of all the hexagram points. Once Zhong Wenyong is sent away, next time he sets up the formation alone, he will have to fend for himself.
I went back and forth to read books in the library and the underground secret room in order to understand as much as possible the basics of the formation.
He must master the Mu Xing Bagua Formation in the shortest possible time.
On the morning of the first day of October.
Zhang Wenfeng arrived at Daolu Branch early. Yubaozhai delivered 70 processed white jade pillars on time according to the contract. He checked them carefully and signed for them. He paid the balance to the shopkeeper who delivered the goods in person, and then went to the main hall of the hospital to sit for a while. , drank two cups of tea with a few people, then got up and returned to his room.
He wanted to make the formation pillars without hiding it from the hospital master, Fu Gujing and others.
Open the door, mix some cinnabar ink, use a small amount of ink to compare the scriptures on the paper he wrote, and carefully write on the jade pillar in regular script one stroke at a time, his previous life-->>
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When he was majoring in Chinese painting, he systematically learned seal carving. Engraving verses on jade was not that difficult, except that the number was large and it took him a lot of time.
Ink is difficult to dry on jade. After turning over one jade pillar to write on all four sides, you have to change to another one.
Make corresponding numerical marks on the rice paper to avoid confusion when writing. This is a meticulous job that requires careful attention.
Fu Gujing and Chen Qingqiao came over to watch for a while, said a few words, and then went out again.
Since Chen Qingqiao recovered his health, he has almost regarded Daolu Branch as his home and rarely returns to Qingshui Temple.
When it was almost noon, Zhang Wenfeng felt a little unfocused, so he put down his brush and went out to stretch his hands and feet.
Fu Gujing and Chen Qingqiao walked out of the courtyard master's hall and walked towards the main gate.
Fu Gujing greeted with a smile: "Brother Zhang, do you have time to go and see the strange thing together? The North City Gate was blocked by a buffalo. The officer who heard the news said that the cow stayed in the hole of the city gate and refused to leave. The guard used a long gun to When you poke it, it makes a sound of gold and iron, and the cowhide is actually invulnerable."
"Could it be a demonic cow that hurt someone?"
Zhang Wenfeng asked, turning back to lock the door, and followed the two of them outside quickly.
"The hospital master has just checked the city defense array. There is no demonic aura warning, so it is probably not a demonic cow. The strange cow did not hurt anyone, but no one is allowed to get close to it. The guards did not dare to poke it with their guns."
"Where's the cow owner?"
"It's said that it was a young man who took advantage of the chaos and escaped."
While they were talking, the three of them jumped up to the city gate where they could hear the mooing sounds.
The opening of the city gate was blocked, and both sides were crowded with passers-by who wanted to enter and exit the city gate. They were talking and watching the rare excitement.
"Master Dao is here, everyone, give way, everyone else is crowded here."
The guards and the officials who came over used their scabbards to drive away the common people who were watching the excitement and broke up the blocking crowd to open a passage.
Fu Gujing walked in front, and a black-haired buffalo stood in the middle of the city gate, breathing heavily. Tears were streaming from its wide-open eyes, showing no intention of attacking.
Seeing the three men approaching, the buffalo retreated uneasily.
"There is no demonic energy fluctuation. I'll try its strength. You guys can help me hold the formation."
Fu Gujing looked at it carefully for a while with her spiritual eyes and said to the two of them.
He lightly stepped on the ground with his toes, then reached the side of the buffalo three feet away. He stretched out his fingers and tapped it. Sure enough, it made a "clang" sound, like knocking on an iron plate.
The two index fingers of the right hand stand side by side like a sword, stabbing the cow's back.
"Chicha", the fingertips imbued with Yuan Qi are much more powerful than ordinary swords and guns.
The cowhide was punctured, leaving a scar on the cow's back and blood gushing out.
The buffalo groaned in pain, lowered its head and picked it away with its horns.
Fu Gujing had already flashed to the other side. He had already discovered the strength of this cow. It was indeed not a demon cow, and there was no fluctuation of demonic power in its body. Its movements and reactions were slow, its leather was as tough as pig iron, and it was hard to be hurt by ordinary swords and guns. I don't know if it was a mutation. Or something?
He clenched his fists, waiting to knock the buffalo unconscious with one blow and drag it back to the Daolu branch for Haosheng research.
Perhaps it is a rare and strange beast that the sect needs that has not yet grown up?
"Brother Fu, please wait a moment! I roughly know its heel and legs."
Zhang Wenfeng shouted via voice transmission.
He observed the buffalo for a while. Like his donkey, this cow had no demonic aura. Apart from its tough skin and the ability to shed tears when faced with danger, it did not have the sensitive reactions that a demon should have. He did not see anything strange about it.
In the black cloth bag on his waist, Zhong Wenyong suddenly sent a message asking him to stop him.
At the city gate, the city's protective formation suppressed Zhong Wenyong so little that it could be ignored.
The mountain god noticed an unusual smell of witchcraft in the bottle.
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