After chatting about business, the monk stopped to meet and greet Xin Yue and Mo Qingyu who were following behind him. He declined the invitation to stay in Guiziling for a few days. He was approachable but rejected the indifference and alienation thousands of miles away.
Xin Yue followed Yuan Xiao's request and apologized sincerely for the four demons' offense.
The monk's troubles earned her a lot of unspeakable benefits, because everyone knew that the monk was her friend.
After a delay, the two men, a donkey and the three hidden little spirits continued their journey, walking in the desolate wilderness of Huanye, towards Shizhu County.
Mo Qingyu watched the group disappear into the distance and extended an invitation to Xin Yue: "Do you, Taoist friend Xin Yue, have some free time to sit down at Guiziling? Our two families are close neighbors and we will spend a lot of time in the future. We move around a lot and there is a certain connection between us." Help."
"Originally, I thought I would wait until the clan affairs were settled before posting to visit Fellow Daoist Mo. It would be better to meet by chance than to invite me, so today I am going to bother Fellow Daoist Mo, please!"
"Fellow Taoist Xinyue, please!"
The two women exchanged a few polite words and flew toward the northwest.
Zhang Wenfeng sent a summons to Protector Xie of Zhoucheng, briefly describing Monk Fayuan of Tianshan Temple's trip to Nanjiang Prefecture, the conflict between four monsters in Huanye Wasteland and the Broken Moon Demon Forest, and how he almost killed Canglan, etc. Inform them together with their next itinerary.
This is what it should be, and the preparations on the surface are in the book, so that unnecessary trouble can be avoided during subsequent travels.
Even if he didn't take the initiative to summon him, Mo Qingyu would still report what happened today.
He didn't hide it from the monk, and asked the monk specifically if he wanted to travel to the city and he would be his guide.
The monk shook his head and refused, saying that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would travel to the mountains and rivers of the Da'an Dynasty. He would ask Taoist Zhang to accompany him, and he would be in a good mood to attend official events this time.
Then they walked in silence all the way, the monk took long strides, his sleeves were wide to catch the wind, his feet did not touch the ground, and his eyes were confused and thoughtful.
It seems that he is wandering away from the world, turning a blind eye to the surrounding scenery.
Zhang Wenfeng always paid attention to the monk's condition and gave up when he saw that the monk would not cause trouble again.
The donkey was lagging far behind. From time to time it brayed, causing wild animals of all sizes in the grass and woods to run away in panic. The three little fairies occasionally flew out of the tree house to have some fun, and most of the time they played the tree harp. happy.
The soothing music is calm and peaceful, and the abrupt roar of the donkey is offset.
Cross mountains when encountering, tread water when encountering.
Walk at sunrise and sleep in the open at sunset.
Along the way, they visited two large wastelands. On the morning of the fourth day, the group arrived at Baihu Ridge in Xiahe County.
Protector Xie had already responded to the message, informing Monk Fayuan's identity, and had already helped him with the report to Chongzhou, so just go ahead. He also implicitly hinted that Zhang Guanzhu should try to make friends with Fayuan, and if they need to come forward, just send him a summons. .
Monk Fayuan came as a private person, so Guanzhu Zhang approached him as a friend.
It was already early summer, and the Baihuling area had lush green grass in the southwest and even the west, while the other directions were bare and lacked vitality. The contrast was obvious.
"This place... is interesting!"
The monk flew with Guanzhu Zhang in the air, overlooking the strange scene below, with a searching look in his eyes. He circled and checked carefully, followed Guanzhu Zhang to the grass on the west hillside, sniffed and said:
"There are spirits from heaven and earth spreading their energy here. What a good guy, what a spirit. He single-handedly brought the seven or eight miles of dead land back to life. His merits are immeasurable! This broken mountain is not simple. Look at the dry streams and valleys, and the direction of the rocks. There used to be The mountain god arranged a situation where green water turns into green mountain.
That’s not right, it’s not a mountain god, it’s a predicament set up by the Land God. It’s a pity that the Land God took away the vitality of this place, and he died and returned to the earth to atone for his sins. The monks have never seen the living gods from hundreds of years ago. The spirit of the mountains and rivers is a little bit sedimented, and it doesn’t have that flavor. "
What the monk said on the road in the past few days was more than what he said in one breath.
There was a sparkle in his eyes, and he moved the two fingers of his left hand in the air. He spoke casually, describing several major events that happened here as if he had witnessed them with his own eyes.
Zhang Wenfeng walked to the place where Yu Baiwan, the elm spirit, used to spread his energy. There were several small elm saplings two or three feet high growing on the hillside, a little higher than the grass. The mountain wind blew, and the young leaves swayed gently.
Squatting down, he stretched out his hand and stroked the leaf of the nearest small elm tree. The sapling was competing with the grass for sunlight, rain, and dew. It was full of vitality and did not require extra care from him. He still gave it a trace of wood energy to nourish it.
Select and tell the twists and turns of Tu Tu Gong Weiyan and Yu Wanwan to interested monks.
Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The demon spirits that have lived for more than a thousand years and the gods that have lived for hundreds of years, each with their own way of living, choose to return to the world. It is a kind of helplessness and a kind of understanding.
The monk was silent for a moment and said to the three little spirits flying in the air: "This place is good. The dead land can be resurrected, the dead trees can spring again, and the broken trees can be revived. You can consider it."
Lu Xiner blinked her eyes, she couldn't see the mystery of this place.
So far, this place was far from meeting their needs. It was lacking in life and wood, but the monk's serious words made her a little tempted.
The monk smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry. Take another look and make more comparisons. This place will be very different in ten years. You have to start early, otherwise the good place won't be your turn."
He knows a lot of things, and he uses the "law of cause and effect" to do some calculations, which are signs of prosperity.
The fate of listening to music and dancing along the way is worthy of his applause for the little charmers. Whether they listen or not is up to chance.
"I understand, thank you Master for your guidance."
Lu Xiner saluted in the air.
She kept the monk's advice in mind. This place was not too far from the Fairy Spirit Temple. From a safety perspective, it was indeed a good choice. Ten years would be enough time, so she decided to spend three years observing and comparing.
With Zhang Guanzhu coming forward, the officials of the Da'an Dynasty welcomed their surrender and had already made a promise.
It will not exceed fifty miles of wasteland and will not hinder other sects. You can choose your own territory.
The Da'an Dynasty will give courtesy to the Caomuling clan, issue identity cards, etc.
Of course, if the place they choose is too good, it will definitely cause more twists and turns, and they may not even be able to get the site smoothly.
The monk walked to the small elm tree that Taoist Zhang had touched just now, held a rosary in his hand, and silently recited a passage of scripture. He returned to his silent fugue state, stepped onto Baihu Ridge, and walked around aimlessly.
When it was getting dark, the monk opened a cave suitable for shelter on the southwest hillside, at the junction of the restored vitality and the desolation. He said hello to Taoist Zhang: "Please allow me to stay in seclusion for a few days." It is better to go slowly when going up the mountain to view the scenery. I feel like I'm alive again, please ask Taoist Zhang to take care of me for a while."
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Sitting cross-legged on the rough gravel ground, he was like an old monk in meditation, closing his eyes and losing all breath.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at it for a while and then looked at the sky. He arranged eight formation flags on the nearby mountain wall to guard the monk in order to prevent birds and small animals from accidentally flying into the cave and disturbing the monk's retreat.
Say a few words to the donkey and the three little fairies who are playing happily on the mountain.
He opened a simple cave near the west, next to the monks, spread out a straw futon and meditated, silently observing the difference between life and death here, hoping to gain some insights.
Time passed day by day, and the monk suddenly retreated into seclusion this time, which greatly exceeded Zhang Wenfeng's expectations.
More than forty days have passed, and the monk still shows no sign of leaving seclusion.
The deadline for rushing to Chongzhou and opening the blessed land of Bishui Pond within two months was approaching in less than ten days.
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