A little girl with pigtails, wearing a patched single coat of washed white coarse cloth, holding a small bamboo basket in her left hand, was digging pigweed in the ditch, happily humming a ballad: "The sky is blue, the clouds are white, the sky is white. The wild geese line up. Line up and fly south, bringing spring with them next year."
A woman with a vicissitudes of life wearing a broken straw hat was busy hoeing in the field. Occasionally she straightened up and glanced at the little figure, her eyes full of love.
A dark-skinned man was drinking water from a clay bowl under a field tree. He was fanning himself with a straw hat. He put down the bowl and shouted, "Little girl, come here and give dad a pat on the back."
"Hey, Xiaoya is here."
The little girl ran as fast as a wheel on the field ridge with her bare feet.
"Slow down, little girl, stop falling."
The woman hurriedly said hello.
The field echoed with the clear childish voice of the little girl: "No, mother, you come and have a rest too."
"Mom, you're not tired."
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Zhang Wenfeng slowly stopped chanting. He had just been immersed in a pure state of mind. He was holding Yue Anyan's hand and vaguely perceived several blurry image fragments. It turned out that the senior sister was trapped in the memory of dreams when she was young due to the influence of the illusion array.
Everyone has obsessions, and monks' obsessions are particularly fierce at certain times.
Yue Anyan lost her parents when she was young and was bullied. It was rare for her to be able to enter a dream-like place and live happily with her parents. She didn't want to wake up.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment without letting go of his tightly clasped hands.
Take out a small table from the black cloth bag and place it on the table with cinnabar ink, yellow talisman paper, talisman pens, inkstone paperweight and other items.
After adjusting the ink, dip a pen and ink onto the pressed yellow paper and draw three yellow symbols in succession, namely the Soul Summoning Talisman, the Soul Reviving Talisman, and the Soul Awakening Talisman. When the ink is slightly dry, stick the three yellow talismans on Yue Anyan in order. On the forehead and left and right shoulders.
The monk was trapped in his own soul and it was very troublesome to wake him up.
Over time, it will cause harm to the body and may even damage the foundation of spiritual practice.
Put away the tools, take out a bowl of glutinous rice, burn three sticks of incense sticks and insert them side by side in the bowl, and recite the "Gongde Xian Shen Pian" in "Tai Shang Tong Xuan Si Fang Miao Jing". Ordinary methods are impossible to wake up the unwilling ones. When Yue Anyan woke up, he could only use his countless merits to help Yue Anyan regain his soul.
The sound of sutras accompanied by the fragrant mist swirled around Yue Anyan into the empty darkness.
He made a secret with his right hand, and from time to time he made waving and flicking movements towards Yue Anyan, who had her eyes closed and her mouth raised with a look of happiness on her face.
The yellow talisman automatically made a slight sound in the absence of wind.
There was a faint voice in Yue Anyan's dreamland in the fields, calling Yue Anyan back.
"Yue Anyan... wake up, the temple master asked you... to teach the apprentice..."
"Wake up quickly... Yue Anyan, the second senior brother said..."
The little girl was jumping happily in the field, and occasionally a look of confusion appeared on her face. She seemed to hear a few familiar names, especially the words "Yue Anyan". It seemed like she had heard them somewhere before? But I can't remember who it is.
"Xiaoya, quickly bring daddy a shovel."
"coming."
The little girl giggled and dragged her shovel, and trotted towards the field as the woman complained about the man. The intermittent sounds that lingered in her ears suddenly disappeared.
Zhang Wenfeng sensed something in his left hand. He kept chanting sutras and silently chanted in his mind: "Xiaoya, go back to Xianling Temple quickly. Xiaoya, come back and recite sutras! ...Xiaoya, Master has asked you to do evening classes!"
He kept using his consciousness to call Yue Anyan, who was sitting side by side. The little girl at that time was not called "Yue Anyan". He just remembered that it was "Xiaoya" who fell into the dream, and it was Xiaoya who didn't want to come back. .
When the stick of incense burned out, Yue Anyan suddenly opened his eyes.
Staring at the hands of the viewer and hers that were still grasping each other, she subconsciously twitched her palm, but did not pull it back. She was speechless for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses, with tears streaming down her face.
Zhang Wenfeng had sweat on his forehead. He felt tired of using his own merit to wake up the trapped souls.
Unclasping his fingers, letting go of his soft and delicate hands, he gently peeled off the faded yellow talismans attached to Yue Anyan's forehead and shoulders, put them into a black cloth bag together with the glutinous rice bowl in front of him, and stood up.
He could understand Yue Anyan's inner loss, disappointment and emotional fluctuations at this time, and he was speechless.
Heart disease requires heart medicine and medicine, and the heart mirror needs to be tempered and overcome by oneself.
Compared to his second senior brother, Yue Anyan will have bottleneck troubles at a certain critical moment in the future.
In the darkness, the green bamboo sword inserted into the rocky ground emitted a faint green light.
There was silence everywhere, and the woman turned away and felt sad alone.
Zhang Wenfeng wiped his forehead with his sleeve and walked towards the mountain badger who was still sleeping soundly. At the edge of the formation, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked into the air to the right, and said, "Who is spying?"
He returned to his original position, pulled out the Bizhu Sword with his backhand and held it in his hand.
Yue Anyan wiped the tears from her face. She almost couldn't remember the appearance of her parents. A fantasy brought her into her childhood memories, giving her a chance to reminisce about the short happy time with her parents.
In the dream, she really wanted to stay with her parents forever and didn't want to wake up. She really wanted to be that carefree and poor little girl.
However, the dream is still a dream, she is already a monk, and she must face reality after waking up from the dream.
With the sword drawn in his hand, his face returned to calmness and indifference.
She didn't notice anyone snooping, maybe she just woke up and was a little distracted.
Zhang Wenfeng waited for a moment and took out three talismans from the black cloth bag. He released a little bit of ghost energy on his left index finger as a deterrent and shouted: "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine. Even a mere ghost dares to be presumptuous in front of me..."
Pretending to smash out two transparent talismans and a wooden thunder talisman in his hand, he just noticed a very weak ghost aura, but it made waves in his heart.
"Wait a minute, I don't mean to offend, my fellow Taoist, please forgive me!"
A woman's voice suddenly sounded from the darkness, slightly hoarse and stiff, and a white figure appeared in the air.
As the hidden ghost appeared, there was a powerful aura that made Yue Anyan feel palpitated.
Zhang Wenfeng was also secretly surprised. He didn't expect such a powerful ghost hidden in the darkness. He almost drew a ghost gate immediately to summon Master Bai Wuchang to come and catch the ghost. Of course, it would take time for Master Bai to arrive. With his ability, it would be difficult to subdue such a powerful creature. female ghost.
It is very likely that he failed to subjugate ghosts and was bitten by ghosts instead.
He has summoned the flying sword, which is rising and falling at his side, and the "Bell Ringing Curse" magical power is also ready, and he can launch a thunderous strike at any time. Regardless of whether he can beat the ghost or not, he must have enough momentum to face the ghost.
"Who are you, and why are you hiding here and not reincarnating in the underworld?"
He asked in a tough tone with an honest and polite tone. He noticed that the female ghost seemed to be more afraid of his identity as a ghost.
Just like ordinary people in the Yang world are afraid of ghosts, ordinary ghosts are even more afraid of living people.
It is an indisputable fact that lonely ghosts instinctively fear ghosts.
"My concubine, Fang Bailan, accidentally entered this place and was trapped in the formation and could not escape. In desperation, she had to hide her soul in the body and become a ghost to avoid the pain of illusion and death due to the formation. It was a difficult period. The spiritual things in my body were exhausted and I fell into a long sleep. A few years after I woke up, I wanted to reincarnate in the underworld. Unfortunately, I was trapped here and could not escape, so I have been delaying it until now. I have to do it, but I really can't."
The female ghost is dressed in white, with a unique style, tasseled arrow sleeves, and a very condensed figure.
He briefly explained the reason, but he was actually looking at the two monks in the small formation opposite.
The cultivation level of the two people was not worth mentioning to her. The half-finished flying sword and a few low-level talismans were just decorations. However, the dark energy revealed by the man's fingers and the vague aura of invisible deterrence on his body made her aware. Externally fearful and frightened.
A monk from the Yang world could also be a missionary from the underworld, so she met him?
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