I heard that the master of the temple was reciting sutras and teaching lectures. The chief shopkeeper Zhang Xuandong, the second shopkeeper Zhuang Mi and others from the shop in Zhouchengfang City rushed back, leaving two young disciples who were sent to the shop as waiters to look after the shop. Chen Chong also Fly back to the mountain from Lingcao Peak in Guizailing one day in advance.
Zhang Wenfeng did not teach in the training hall. He chose the place for chanting under the ancient walnut tree on the southwest slope of Xianling Mountain.
Up and down the hillside, disciples were sitting or standing, listening to the master's rare sutra chanting class.
Shan Chang, Hu Qiang'er, Leng Xiang, Shui Qingru, Zhuang Yu, and Shan Badger didn't have to compete for seats. They were ranked closest to the visitor. Lezi usually didn't chant sutras or do homework, so this time he leaned on the tree trunk down the slope. Come and listen to the fun.
The master of the temple holds a flowing bead, lights three sticks of long incense and inserts them on the ground in front of him. He sits cross-legged in the open space of an ancient tree and silently recites the "Tai Sheng Shuo Sutra of Everlasting Peace" without chanting. The invisible power of his thoughts is as soft as water, spreading everywhere.
Listening to the scriptures in a silent place, the branches of the tree sway, and the spring light shines brightly.
The whole mountain is silent and silent, with faint fragrance and walnut flowers blooming.
The disciples were so mesmerized that they sat down one by one without knowing where they were.
The last piece of music was the first time I knew that silent scriptures could touch people's hearts so much. It was so beautiful that it was indescribable. He was immersed in it and sat on the ground under a tree.
Zhang Wenfeng pinched beads and recited the Sutra without saying a word. After three times of "Tai Shang Shuo Chang Qing Jing Jing", he changed to "Tao Jing", and then changed to "Cultivation and Peace Chapter" in "Tai Shang Tong Xuan Si Fang Miao Jing" , with the blessing of flowing beads in his hand, although there is no vision of flowers falling from the sky, his power of thought has become more successful than before.
After the incense on the ground was burned, he stood up and left.
Listeners all over the hillside were left immersed in their own thoughts and ideas, unable to extricate themselves.
Spiritual energy and wood energy merge together, trickling like mist and smoke.
Zhang Wenfeng showed an indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth and put on his beads. A class like this on enlightenment can be held once every three or two years. Too frequent is not good, and too much is not enough.
The realization was mixed, and the monk who woke up first silently got up and went back, practicing behind closed doors in his room while he felt fresh.
Most of the monks who went to the dining hall to eat at noon were missing, and they were thoughtful even while eating.
At dusk in the afternoon, I drank tea with the mountain leader and listened to the mountain leader's compliments: "Listen to the temple leader chanting sutras once, and you will be like a shower of sweet rain. The tackiness all over your body will be gone, the dust in your heart will be washed away, and you will benefit a lot." If you can hold more such sutra chanting and teaching classes when you have free time, why worry about the sect not becoming popular?"
Zhang Wenfeng put down the tea cup and smiled without saying a word.
The mountain chief stopped talking, and the master of the temple became more and more enigmatic.
The master's sutra chanting class in the morning was indeed wonderful. He had a feeling that in a few days he would be able to advance to the gradual and subtle realm and reach perfection. I heard that many disciples had gained a lot and needed several days to digest it, and some had broken through small bottlenecks. Direct small promotion.
Although he is in charge of the sect's cultivation resources, he rarely takes pills to speed up his cultivation.
He heard the temple owner mention it to him once "accidentally" and asked him to "go with the flow as much as possible, slow is fast, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry".
He practiced step by step, sharpened his mind in trivial matters, and enjoyed it. He hardly encountered any bottlenecks along the way. Although his cultivation speed was not fast, he followed a smooth path.
In the evening, Lezi, the guy who didn't wear a monk's robe, mingled with the evening class disciples, crowded together with Qian Jing, and recited the Eight Sutras in a decent manner.
After evening classes, Zhang Wenfeng walked towards the back hill with two little tails behind him.
Hu Qiang'er smiled innocently and said: "Sir, don't you think it's strange? The walnut tree has not yet reached its flowering season. After listening to your lecture today, it actually bloomed ahead of schedule. If you have free time in the future, please go and sit under the walnut tree. Sit and lecture, the scenery there is unique."
Zhang Wenfeng asked with a smile: "Will the walnut trees bear fruit this year?"
"It's hard to say. Maybe if you go and teach the sutra a few more times, the trees may be full of walnuts."
Hu Qiang'er couldn't bear to waste his energy on such a trivial matter as the result. He brazenly said that he was a young man, so what was the result?
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Leng Xiang, who had colorful plum blossoms in her hair, suggested weakly: "Master, you can also sit under the plum blossom tree. The scenery there is also good."
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I will sit under both of your trees. If you want me to recite sutras, it depends on the timing. Sutras cannot be recited casually." Then he turned to Lezi who was following sneakily behind him and said: "Lezi, it's so late. Are you asking me for advice on 'nine palace arithmetic'?"
Lezi scratched his hair and said with a smile: "I want to invite the viewer to have a drink and talk about other things."
Unless he is drunk, he will ask the temple owner for advice on "Nine Palace Arithmetic".
Hu Qiang'er pulled Leng Xiang away and flew away.
Zhang Wenfeng did not pick up the wine gourd that he kept with him. He took out an old gourd from the storage space, filled it with some old wine, took a sip at the right moment, and asked, "What's the matter, tell me?"
Before Shui Qingru became a disciple, Lezi avoided him.
Ever since that girl became a disciple, Lezi often appeared in front of him to make her presence felt and greeted him with a smile.
Lezi also took a sip of wine and said: "Guanzhu, the list of the next group to go to Dingxicheng to experience has not been decided yet? Can you count me in?"
Zhang Wenfeng said "Oh", looked at his cousin who was happily working in the kitchen and suddenly brought up this topic today, and said: "With your ability, it is not a problem to be the training captain, but you have to ask your master for his opinion. I am It’s okay. Does your father know?”
"I didn't tell the old man. I was so annoyed by him that he wanted to tell me about my wife all day long. My ears are calloused."
Lezi said he was annoyed with his father, but showed no signs of impatience on his face. He smiled and said, "Please help me ask. My master doesn't really care about me. It seems that I am an apprentice. I want to go to the border town to practice. I heard that Nice place.”
"Nonsense, your master knows about it and will make you lose your skin if you don't train him."
Zhang Wenfeng took out the flying sword, muttered a few words silently, then struck it, and said to the laughing Lezi: "If your master agrees to let you go out for training, you have to make it clear to your father. One year is not a short time for him."
"Understood, I will."
Lezi took another sip of wine, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Is she okay?"
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and looked at Lezi, who looked downcast, and pretended to understand: "It should be fine."
Lezi opened the collar of his clothes, pointed to the inner armor, and whispered, "She gave it to me, I know it." There was a row of butterfly-shaped stitches inside the cuffs of the inner armor, which were exactly the same as the patches Shuiya had sewn for him back then.
The little Ni'er with the fish tail exposed at the hem of her skirt came to play a few times and accidentally mentioned "empress". After hearing this, he quietly asked the little girl Lengxiang who had just arrived. Lengxiang didn't know. The Fairy Spirit Temple has a transcendent status and is the pleasure of the temple owner's cousin, so he will not hide it. Lengxiang once stayed in Liuzhihe for a few days, so it is not surprising to know the name of the empress.
Zhang Wenfeng watched for a long time. He was a smart and shrewd person. He suddenly pushed it forward. Lezi jumped slightly and let him go. He laughed and scolded: "You two are acting to trick us into playing. You can ask her yourself." Looking at your potential, you must have found out where her lair is?"
Lezi hurriedly raised the gourd to toast, and said with a smile: "My father's bad breath is hard to get rid of, and I am not very promising now. Hey, my head hurts. Master, please help me think of a way and give me an idea."
"I don't even have a wife now, so I'm too lazy to meddle in your business."
Zhang Wenfeng took off the Liuzhu in his hand, climbed up the steps and walked into his cave.
He didn't talk much about anything, and left the silly boy scratching his head to blow the wind.
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