"While you have time, you should think about the tactics of cooperating and supporting each other, memorize the information of the seventeen thieves recorded in the file, and make some targeted countermeasures in advance."
Zhang Wenfeng ended the conversation and walked to his room. He practiced thirty-six sets of Nine Palace Steps every day.
The war was fierce and dangerous, and he would not allow him to go to the battlefield next time. Xiao Ni'er still took matters into his own hands.
A melee between dozens and hundreds of monks is different from a fight between three or two monks. We must pay attention to coordination and momentum. Even if we do not have an advantage, we must create local advantages to use more to attack less, or to use strong to kill weak. situation, you must not act recklessly and put yourself in a tight siege.
Xiao Ni'er was really frightened by the insidious means of the viewer's few words.
She was so well protected by her mother-in-law that she did not experience the last war five hundred years ago. She survived because of her cleverness and good luck.
Xiao Ni'er is willful but very aware of current affairs, otherwise he would not be able to prosper under the empress's hand. He shouted: "Master, don't worry, Junior Brother Lu and I will think about it carefully together, and I will ask you for advice in two days if I have some clues." "
"good!"
"Master, last time I took out two bottles from an unknown dead ghost, and today I found out that they were full of ghosts. I'd better leave them to you, and don't give me a share. The ghost noises are scary."
Xiao Ni'er took out the black bottle from his sleeve and threw it to the spectator who turned around like a hot potato.
She likes treasures, but doesn't like spooky ghosts. She used to live alone in the underground river and killed some evil spirits that scared her.
Zhang Wenfeng took the two black bottles, and he knew they were wooden bottles. His consciousness slightly penetrated into the bottles, and he was shocked by the number of ghosts contained in the large space of about ten feet. There were too many, densely packed, and countless.
Then he discovered that what was inside was not a ghost, but a living soul that had not turned into a ghost.
Desperate souls huddled together, creating hostility.
Zhang Wenfeng's face darkened. Those overseas thieves were trying to destroy humanity by cultivating gu to make living souls devour each other and nourish powerful ghost king puppets in a short period of time.
If you behave like this, what kind of way can you practice?
Those guys are more abominable than crooked ways and have already embarked on the evil path.
Xiao Ni'er watched the viewer hurriedly go out and said to the donkey: "The viewer seems to be angry. He looks so scary."
Zhang Wenfeng usually keeps his emotions secretive, but this time he really couldn't suppress the anger growing in his heart. When he walked into the Daogong branch, his face slowly returned to calm. He found Zhou Fushi. The Great Heavenly Master and Zhou Zhi were also in the hall. Take out the two black bottles and keep things simple.
After Zhou Fushi checked the situation inside the bottle, he shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that the innocent people suffered from their cruel hands."
The Great Heavenly Master and Zhou Zhi had seen it separately. Zhou Zhi was a red witch and also collected ghosts to refine soul techniques. This was the first time he saw so many souls. His face changed slightly: "Thunder-cracked ones." , I’m afraid there are only ten to twenty thousand souls! What are they going to do? No, we have to interrogate the two guys who concealed the matter later. If we don’t let them suffer more, it’s hard to get rid of the hatred in their hearts.”
Killing people with no more than a nod, extracting such a huge amount of mortal souls is never allowed in the spiritual world.
Those lawless guys made a big mistake.
The Great Heavenly Master had an angry look on his face and said, "I invite two fellow Taoists, Master Fayuan and Da Qiang, to come."
The summons was sent, and the three people arrived quickly. After seeing the terrifying number of souls in the bottle, they were all angry. Monk Fayuan folded his hands and chanted sutras silently.
Everyone discussed a few words and concluded that such a large number of living souls must be saved by opening a Dharma altar. Zhou Fu began to look at Master Zhang and said, "The souls of all living beings can escape their bad luck because of Taoist Zhang's rescue. Please invite Taoist Zhang to preside over the ritual ceremony!"
Zhang Wenfeng accepted Zhou Guanshi's kindness and had no intention of being modest. He handed over his hands and said, "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. It is better to open the altar sooner rather than later. So it will be held at midnight tonight. Please arrange for thirty-six people with good intentions to be saved." Scripture and Taoist priests cooperate.”
The tragedy that happened in Dayi's territory must of course be handled by Taoist priests, not monks.
The matter was settled, Zhang Wenfeng left two bottles and returned to the guest house. In order to show that he paid attention to the ritual, he took a shower and changed into the robes sent by the spectators last week. He meditated until the end of the hour, with his hair disheveled and a peach tree hanging around his waist. Jian came to the Daogong branch and built an octagonal three-story altar in a remote open space.
Magical instruments are arranged layer by layer, and white candles stand like a forest.
Zhang Wenfeng walked up the steps to the altar. Thirty-six Taoist priests stood below him and bowed their hands in strict obedience.
The Taoist priests lit all the candles with the flick of their fingers, lit the incense to attract souls, and recited the verses for salvation. They stepped on the platform and slowly rotated around the altar.
Zhang Wenfeng put the incense into the furnace, quickly passed the sacrifices on the table, and opened the seal of the black bottle with a wave of his sleeve.
Two waves of black energy surged out, and faint sounds of crying, howling, and roaring filial piety intertwined in the air.
Countless souls were at a loss and were drifting along the invisible whirlpool formed by the scriptures. Due to the methods of the Taoist priests, they could not escape from that space.
Zhang Wenfeng pinched the flowing beads with his left hand, stretched out his right hand to pray, and silently recited scriptures for salvation.
With the help of Liuzhu, he can control the scope and direction of the effect of his telepathy. As his telepathy joins in, the noisy souls quickly quiet down. They are unusually soothed and cleansed, and their hostility slowly dissipates.
Most of the people observing the Dharma in the distance nodded secretly, and the experts stretched out their hands to see if there was anything there.
Zhang Guanzhu is not only superior in combat power, but also proficient in the art of salvation and has profound spiritual skills. No wonder he does not shirk the responsibility of presiding over the affairs. He is capable of doing this and does his best.
Zhou Fushi paid close attention to the flowing beads in Zhang Guanzhu's hand. It was an ordinary magic weapon, but he didn't find anything different.
In his heart, he greatly admired Zhang Guanzhu's scripture skills. He was indeed a member of the lineage of Lingbao Temple. He also maintained the practice of Nian Kung Fu. His skills were profound and even surpassed those of the monks of his sect. He had already checked the master Xuan of the Xianling Temple to which Zhang Guanzhu belonged. Mu Origin was none other than a senior master from Lingbaoguan who went to support Daan.
With this origin, he is no longer an outsider.
Zhang Wenfeng presided over the chanting of sutras to save the dark souls, and was assisted by thirty-six Taoist priests who were proficient in salvation. The ceremony went extremely smoothly. In less than half an hour, the merits were completed and all the souls were saved and sent to the underworld.
After completing the ceremony according to the procedures, we stepped down from the altar and thanked the numerous Taoist priests.
After greeting Zhou Guanshi, the Great Heavenly Master and others, he said goodbye and went back.
Back in the guest house, Zhang Wenfeng greeted Xiao Ni'er and Donkey, returned to his room, closed the door tightly, and had an uncontrollable smile on his face.
Not long after the previous ritual was completed, the ancient scrolls that had not been moved for a long time in his sea of consciousness began to glow with golden light.
The Book of Virtues revealed the third verse: "The superior virtues do nothing but have no thoughts; the inferior virtues do nothing but have thoughts."
However, the strange thing is that he couldn't feel the name of the newly added magical power.
There was nothingness there, and it seemed like something was hidden.
Such a strange phenomenon aroused his curiosity, so he came back in a hurry to find out as soon as possible.
After pondering for a long time, Zhang Wenfeng arranged the array device in the room, activated the array to isolate the outside world, used his spiritual consciousness to touch the halo to flow the golden seal characters, and silently recited the scriptures in one go.
It was as if celestial music was ringing in his ears, and he felt warm and comfortable all over his body. The fatigue he felt from doing the exercises and chanting sutras was swept away.
Above his head, a gorgeous light and shadow like a flag and a treasure cover appeared.
Bells are ringing and drums are ringing, fragrant flowers and candles are played, lightning and thunder are heard.
Various visions, illusory and real, appeared before his eyes, and a thought suddenly arose in his heart.
"This is the 'Manmin Umbrella'!"
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