Zhang Wenfeng was silent and took out the altar table from the storage space, put it on a plain cloth, placed the incense burner and candle holder, the small animals, rice, water, wine and other items, lit the white candle and inserted it.
Seeing above the temple ruins, Zhong Wenyong seemed to be in a sluggish state, with black mist dispersing all over his body and traces of yellow light lingering.
He sighed silently. He was as powerful and shrewd as a mountain god, but he had also been obsessed with it for hundreds of years.
When things come to an end, at the critical moment of life and death, you sink into yourself.
Looking at the small hourglass he brought, he saw that there was still half an hour left between the ion hour and the yin hour. However, the mountain god was in such a state that he could not wait any longer. If he waited any longer, there would be a big problem. He picked up a few pieces of paper money on the table. Throw it into the air casually.
The night wind blew, and the paper money turned into balls of fire and rolled downwind.
Zhang Wenfeng recited "The Sutra of Chang Qing Jing" written by the Supreme Master.
The soothing sound of scriptures sounded high and low in Heiji Lake Island, and the invisible calmness slowly spread from his body.
Zhong Wenyong, who was immersed in obsession, was washed away by waves of weak auras of pure mind. After a long time, he slowly re-condensed into a human form, sitting cross-legged in the air, pinching a strange magic trick with his hands, and his body shimmered with dark yellow brilliance.
Zhang Wenfeng wiped away his sweat, finally called back the troubled mountain god, and continued to throw away money paper to guide the way.
He wanted to enter the underworld for Zhong Wenyong and eliminate all interference.
The sound of the scriptures continued to sound, and he no longer consumed his energy and energy, but stirred up the quiet energy to influence Zhong Wenyong.
There's no need for it anymore. Stop it. Since Zhong Wenyong has broken free, he doesn't need help.
He uses his own pure state of mind to influence others, which is a rare skill he mastered after accidentally trying it in the training hall last time.
In a blink of an eye, the auspicious moment came. Zhang Wenfeng twisted three sticks of incense sticks, lit them with Yuan Qi with a slight flicker, and chanted the scriptures in his mouth, which was converted into "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Tian Zun's Miao Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin".
The pronunciation suddenly changed, and the tone was full of compassion.
The darkness between heaven and earth seems to be washed away with the recital of the scriptures.
Several points of faint fire came from a distance and flew towards them upon hearing the sound.
Zhong Wenyong sat cross-legged in the air, motionless under the influence of the lingering incense.
Zhang Wenfeng holds the wooden chopsticks in his right hand and moves them like a dance on the sacrifices, rice and wine, completing the ceremony smoothly.
Throwing paper money and chanting scriptures, they kept blessing the remnant soul of Zhong Wenyong who was sitting upright.
The subtle invisible forces gradually add up.
Wandering souls came in twos and threes from far and near, and followed the soul-inducing incense to the underworld.
Until no more ghosts appeared, the incense was changed three times, and the sound of the sutras continued to reappear several times. Zhong Wenyong stood up floatingly. On the chest of his blurred figure, a thin yellow light flashed, gradually disappearing and disappearing.
Zhang Wenfeng waved his left hand and drew a square, deep and blurry ghost gate. He slowly stepped back, extended his hand to perform the ancient ritual and smiled in greeting.
After just over a month of acquaintance, mutual help, and friendship, we regard them as mentors and friends. Even if they feel complicated and reluctant to let go, they have to send each other into the underworld to put the past behind them. The road ahead is bumpy, so the mountain god has to go on his own.
Zhong Wenyong rolled his wide sleeves and gracefully held his hands in greeting.
He experienced obsession and achieved a perfect state of mind, was blessed by incense and scriptures, and hid a trace of wisdom deep in his soul.
Now that he's gone, the wind will be high and the waves are rough, and the wind will corrode his soul, but he is no longer afraid.
Zhang Wenfeng held the incense in his fist, smiled and chanted sutras before returning the gift. As he waved his hand, paper money on the offering table flew all over the sky. Along with the incense mist, it turned into flames and drifted in all directions, as gorgeous as fireworks. This was the farewell money, the more the better.
Zhong Wenyong laughed and strode into the ghost gate and left, leaving not a single word behind.
If there is an afterlife, we should meet each other within a certain period of time, so what's the point of saying more?
If you sink into ignorance and lose your wisdom, what's the use of talking more? Suddenly feeling sad, just showing off.
The Gate of Ghosts slowly disappeared into the night sky. Zhang Wenfeng held the incense sticks and bowed in all directions, inserted the incense into the furnace, sat cross-legged on the ground, continued to recite scriptures, occasionally waved his hand, and threw paper money on the table to burn it before leaving.
Somehow, he felt that this could more or less help the Mountain God who entered the underworld to face everything alone.
He treats his friends with sincerity, even if the yin and yang are separated.
The winter frost is heavy, the sound of sutras is chanting in the deserted lake island for half a night, and the rooster crows. After the fifth watch, the darkest moment between heaven and earth has passed, the Yang Qi is gradually growing, and the sky will not stop until a line of white fish belly appears.
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Zhang Wenfeng packed up his things and set off back through the white frost with his donkey and badger cubs who had been patrolling the lakeside all night.
"Master, is he your friend?"
"Yes and no."
A very complex relationship, not just a friend.
"He was chattering away, and every time he glanced at me, he looked a little scared."
"You are thinking too much. You are on my side and he will not harm you."
Zhong Wenyong once suggested that the donkey learn Shinto methods, but Zhang Wenfeng firmly rejected it. He just wanted the donkey to be happy as its donkey hero, and did not want to get involved in too many Shinto karma.
So what if you can learn a powerful skill?
He knew that Zhong Wenyong was thinking about him and wanted to make him a loyal helper.
He doesn't need to, the donkey is his partner, not a puppet who takes orders.
"Oh, I feel like he's weird and doesn't look like a decent person."
The donkey chattered, talking here and there, all the way to Jinshanmen Archway.
The sky was slightly bright, and seven or eight apprentices were dressed neatly. They got up early to run and exercise along the low mountain in the morning breeze.
The donkey's ears stood up, its four hooves hit the ground, it put down the viewer, and ran away carrying the dozing badger cub on its back. It loved chasing and playing with its apprentices the most.
The preaching of the viewer is a beacon on its way forward.
But it doesn't need to follow the road all the time. It really likes the point that the temple owner told it to "act spontaneously and practice Taoism freely". It is simply tailor-made for it.
Spontaneity, freedom, how beautiful.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the top of the mountain alone. The second senior brother and Yue Anyan had just finished their morning lessons.
After saying hello, Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand and said with a smile: "You can go now, no need to stay for food, I want to rest all morning."
Opening the door to the west hall and going straight in, the two of them were left with a somewhat desolate and heavy figure.
The second senior brother and Yue Anyan looked at each other in confusion. The viewer stayed away all night, his expression seemed very tired, and there was a hint of sadness that could not be concealed in his smile. What happened?
Yue Anyan was a little worried.
The master of the temple is very thoughtful and won't reveal the things he doesn't want to talk about no matter how much he asks.
"donkey!"
She suddenly thought of sending two words to the second senior brother who was scratching his head, and the two of them flew down the mountain.
The patron chooses to act in secret, but most of the time he takes the donkey with him.
In the quiet room of the west hall, Zhang Wenfeng was sitting cross-legged on a wheat straw futon, holding a black bottle in his hand that concealed its luster and looked very ordinary. His mood could no longer be concealed, and he was very fluctuating.
If Zhong Wenyong opens his mouth, he can actually stay. He doesn't have to enter the underworld to find a chance of reincarnation.
Neither of them mentioned the matter of keeping the remnant soul and using Shinto methods to repair the soul and restore cultivation.
The feud between them has become an insurmountable obstacle between them!
Zhang Wenfeng held the wooden bottle, indulged his mood, looked up to the sky and howled a few times. In order to stick to his own limits, Zhong Wenyong knew full well that in order to fulfill his moral principles, he chose without hesitation to walk a thorny road that may not have an afterlife! !
"Ahhh!"
His voice was as hoarse as a wolf.
He fell back to the ground, he was tired and needed a good sleep.
When he woke up, he was the calm and calm master with a warm smile and a spring breeze.
With the pearl of wisdom in hand, nothing seems to be able to stump him.
In fact, he could only know the pain in his heart, and he regarded all difficulties as whetstones on the road to spiritual practice.
Use a stone file to sharpen the mirror of your heart, and endure the pain unforgettable.
At the foot of the short mountain, the second senior brother stopped Wei Jingjie, who had gotten up early for exercise, and asked the young man to ring the wake-up bell hanging in the corridor of Qingzheng Villa. It was time for the apprentices to get up.
He and Yue Anyan blocked the donkey that was trying to escape, and confronted the donkey with long ears.
"Lu Zijin, where did the Master take you last night? Tell the truth. When the Master came back this morning, something was wrong with him. He felt sad. He couldn't hide it from me. Something must have happened?" You tell us that we can enlighten the viewer later and help him untie his knot, otherwise it will be too long to hold it in and it will make you nervous."
Yue Anyan's expression was gentle and he was conducting analysis and discussion.
The donkey's eyes rolled, he looked at the second senior brother, then at Yue Anyan, and then shook his head.
Only take it out if the owner trusts it. It is a tight-lipped donkey hero.
In a flash, he dodged the hands of the second senior brother who wanted to grab its neck. His enchanting figure let go of Yue Anyan's embrace. He was extremely fast, his hooves did not touch the ground, and he disappeared into the forest in a few leaps.
The two shook their heads and smiled bitterly. The donkey's lightening skills were so good that it was impossible for them to catch up.
Several other running apprentices were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths when they saw this scene.
The docile donkey who often played with them turned out to be so fast. Could it be that the rumored mountain-protecting spiritual beast was true?
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