He took off the worn and tattered Taoist robes on his back, took out a new set of robes from the storage vase, put them on, and meditated until dawn.
In the morning, I completed my homework of chanting sutras and etiquette in the secret room, and then went out to fetch water and wash myself.
There was a dazzling sunflower in the eastern sky, falling on the earth, adding a bit of vitality to the wilderness. Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his gaze and called the donkey who came out to have breakfast.
"I lost my appearance, Temple Master."
The donkey muttered as he lost his energy.
Zhang Wenfeng stopped, looked carefully at the claw mark wound on the donkey's face, and said, "The wound is not deep. Yun Qiuhe helped you apply healing powder last night, so it won't leave any obvious scars."
Walking towards the east mountainside, he said in a seemingly plain tone some words of encouragement that were particularly useful for donkeys:
"All the battle scars on your body are honors worth showing off in the future. They are the man's iron-blooded growth process and add to your toughness. Are you still worried that you can't find a female donkey?"
"Ah uh!"
The donkey's long ears made him stand up suddenly. Then he thought about it, and it seemed to make sense.
The scars on the cheeks seem to add to its masculine charm and evil aura.
Howling happily, Peipianpidian followed the footsteps of the master and ran toward the dining hall, mumbling that when he got back, he would have to practice the thunder-cleansing technique hard. Six times was not enough, so he had to temper his body for sixty years. Over, even a hundred times.
It wants to train its body to be more powerful than the gold-swallowing monster gorilla, invulnerable to weapons and weapons, capable of thunder and lightning, and to make its enemies daunted. It wants to be a donkey hero, but after all it is still a little afraid of pain.
After breakfast, the donkey was full of enthusiasm and went to practice martial arts by galloping around in circles under the mountain.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the secret room of his residence, continued to meditate and adjust his breath, repaired the shock injuries to his internal organs, and restored the consumed cultivation energy.
It takes three days for his various magical powers to slowly recover to the point where they can be used.
When it was almost dusk, Zhu Bicheng came to knock on the door and asked him to go to the top of the mountain.
Gao Yi, Yi Weishu, and Mo Qingyu met Zhang Wenfeng in a room on the side of the stone hall.
After greeting each other, Gao Yi gestured to sit down and said: "We have reached a preliminary agreement with the demon clan. The entire boundary from Guizailing to the south to Yetugou will be assigned to our Da'an Dynasty. Most of the original three-tailed demon fox tribe's territory, all It belongs to the Monster Clan. The two parties will formally sign the agreement tomorrow and stamp it with the official seal. The boundary demarcation will be completed before May 3rd."
Zhang Wenfeng was a little surprised. It was not his turn to discuss such a big matter, right?
He didn't expect that the important matter of expanding the country's territory would be decided on by three Free Realm monks and two third-level demons on both sides, almost as a matter of child's play. It was surprisingly smooth, and there was no need for a few rounds of bargaining? Don’t you need to worry about every inch of land?
Mo Qingyu saw the doubts of the young Taoist priest and said with a smile: "It's not as complicated as you think. The demon clan is different from our Da'an Dynasty. Their territory is composed of tribes. They often annex each other, and the three-tailed demon fox tribe loses its power." Almost all of them are gone. Those big tribes covet the territory of the Three-tailed Demon Fox Tribe, and we have taken in the leader of the Three-tailed Demon Fox Tribe, so this is a deal that is beneficial to both parties.
They are eager to trade the area around Gui Zailing, which has been occupied by ghosts for more than 1,500 years, for the nominal occupation of the Three-tailed Demon Fox Tribe. It's that simple. They don't lose anything. The existence of Gui Zai Ridge will do them no harm at all. . "
Zhang Wenfeng understood that it was the three-tailed demon fox tribe represented by Xin Yue that suffered, while other parties made huge profits.
The law of the jungle is clearly reflected in this.
He asked: "Has that Xin Yue... been sent back to the demon clan?"
Jiu Ming entrusted him with something to give to the remaining fox demon clan leader of the three-tailed demon fox tribe. For Bai Wuchang's sake, he would do whatever it takes. If Xin Yue and another fox had been sent to the demon clan, and it wasn't meat buns beating The dog never comes back?
Where can he go to find the fox demon to fulfill Bai Wuchang's mission?
"Xin Yue is a smart fox demon who is very aware of current affairs. She used that territory to save her and her companion Xin Xing's lives. We will not burn bridges across rivers. We will temporarily place her in the base until the matter here is over. Just find a piece of land for them to live in peace, and it will also set an example for our Da'an Dynasty to join the demon tribe generously."
Gao Yi briefly explained a few words and asked, "I heard from Xin Yue that you are friends?"
Zhang Wenfeng was almost so angry that he exposed the swindling vixen on the spot. They had a distant friendship and they had a fight the first time they met. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "We have met a few times, but we don't know each other very well. "
I'm not very familiar with it, this range is relatively broad.
The enemy also fell into the category of unfamiliarity. He just kept a thin line in his behavior, and he didn't say anything to death.
Gao Yi nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and got down to business: "The demon tribe is really eager to send away the hot potato of Guiziling. Their tribes are not willing to spend their energy and lives to deal with the old ghosts, so they created the three-tailed demon fox tribe." Isolated and helpless, Xin Yue could only come to the human race to lobby for help.
Da'an Dynasty agreed to contribute because Guizailing was restless and disturbed the tranquility of several border counties.
I heard Zhu Bicheng and Cen Sanlin both say that your salvation technique is special. We would like to ask you to open a forum to practice it, and work with six other monks who are proficient in salvation to reduce our losses in capturing Guiziling. What do you think about completely solving the ghost problem in the ancient battlefield? "
Zhang Wenfeng finally knew some of the inside story. He thought it was because Xin Yue was so proud that he could persuade the Nanjiang Prefecture Daolu Branch to call on him to help. It turned out to be that, that fox liar.
"Your Majesty, you are welcome. I will do my best to cooperate with you in exterminating the ghosts!"
After the Zheng agreement was signed, Guizailing became the territory of the Da'an Dynasty. It was no longer a taboo for him to go and practice salvation. It was a legitimate thing and could not be considered as crossing the line.
He was wondering in his mind that for helping to catch a big fish as big as Nine Lives, the underworld didn't seem to reward him with any merit?
If not for the last sentence of his "Tao Jing", why has it not been perfected for so long?
If you open an altar near Guizailing, you will definitely earn a lot of merit.
This was a gift that was delivered to his door, killing two birds with one stone. Why should he refuse?
I just didn't understand why the three adults were so polite to him and why he didn't run fast even after giving orders. Could it be because... Bai Wuchang talked to him?
"Very good. You have had a good rest these past few days to recuperate your energy. You don't have to go on any missions at night. As for what items are needed to open the altar, feel free to talk to Zhubi City. It's best to make preparations before May 3rd."
"Yes, I understand, I will resign!"
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the mountainside and communicated the matter with Yun Qiuhe who was out for a walk, letting her know that the mission of their group had changed.
Yun Qiuhe thought for a while and suggested via voice transmission: "Since the matter is serious, why not ask Cen Sanlin to protect you together?"
She was worried that she wouldn't be able to take care of him by herself and would ruin Guanzhu Zhang's mission to save ghosts.
"I think so too."
"Don't you still lack the eight-hundred-year-old peach tree sticks and spiritual energy stones to decorate the altar?"
Yun Qiuhe blinked and reminded him, why should he be polite to a large sect at this time? Take action when it's time to take action.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded. The more spiritual peach tree sticks he had, the better: "I'll sort out the items I need, and I'll talk to fellow Taoists later."
"I happened to be free. I went to say hello to Cen Sanlin, and you are busy with your work. Oh, by the way, Cen Sanlin and I have already reported our achievements last night. He harvested the spoils into materials and divided them into three parts. , including the half of a five-foot-long rod made of meteorite material, let’s meet sometime, Cen Sanlin said to let you choose first.”
"That's almost it. You can just bring it to me later. It doesn't have to be so troublesome."
"That's what I told him too."
Yun Qiuhe smiled and walked west. She was willing to run errands for the majestic and capable Zhang Guanzhu.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the secret room of his residence, took out a pen and paper, and drew a "Ghost Locking Formation". It was the last formation method for dealing with ghosts that he was familiar with in his previous life, except for the "Ghost Expelling and Evil Repelling Formation" and the "Vajra Wall".
Calculate the items you need and write them down.
He planned to try setting up a small formation in the wilderness tomorrow night to test the effect.
Returning from his residence in Zhubi City in the evening, Zhang Wenfeng was surprised to see a graceful woman in a white dress wandering in front of the cave gate. A donkey blocked the door, preventing guests from entering.
"I've met Guanzhu Zhang! Xin Yue came to thank you for your help last time."
The one who came was the fox demon Xin Yue, with a pair of blue eyes that exuded a magical light like gems. She bowed down and saluted.
"Fellow Taoist, there is no need to be polite. It's just a little effort. Is there anything else you can do?"
Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists in return and asked quietly, his expression indifferent.
He didn't want to get involved with the fox demon. This woman was a scourge and got involved with the master who climbed along the pole. He was thinking about when to give the bottle that Bai Wuchang put into his sleeve pocket through the air and give it to the current clan leader of the three-tailed demon fox tribe. Xinyue?
The fox demon took refuge in the Da'an Dynasty, and the trouble of killing himself was completely solved.
He could not rush to complete the entrustment, especially now that he was out of town and it was a very sensitive time. He did not want to get confused with the fox demon.
The woman's stunning face was covered with a layer of green gauze, her brows and eyes were lively, and she said with a smile: "Master Zhang, won't you invite me in to sit down?"
Breathing out like a blue, he tilted his head and said: "In the past, when the little girl had done something wrong, I asked Lord Guanzhu Zhang to forgive me. I have a deal that I want to discuss with Guanzhu Zhang. Instead of taking advantage of those stupid, ugly and greedy guys from the Monster Clan, it is better to exchange These are benefits that both you and I need. Why would Zhang Guanzhu be so resistant to others thousands of miles away?"
Zhang Wenfeng was silent.
Talk about a hammer, he and this fox must not talk.
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