Chapter 112 Chanting Sutras Adds New Supernatural Powers
Walking in the dark on the path between fields and fields in the wilderness.
Occasionally chatting for a few words, the three of them arrived at Banni Lake at almost midnight.
He walked to the wooden fence gate where a torch was erected and a bonfire was lit. He showed his token to the two government officials on duty. Zhang Wenfeng led the two people to the brightly lit east lake island. In the darkness, there were men in well-dressed patrols silently.
From a distance, Fu Gujing's greeting came:
"Brother Zhang is here, please invite me quickly!"
"Brother, thank you for waiting."
Zhang Wenfeng walked onto Huzhou, which was guarded by Fu Gujing and two men from the Daolu branch.
Fu Gujing greeted his second senior brother and Yue Anyan, told a few gossips, and said: "During the day, we dug up four corpse-raising grounds to eliminate hidden dangers. The two masters praised your ability full of praise and said that from now on the county and city
In other places, there are ghost cases that are difficult to handle, and I have come to ask you to take action."
"The two masters are ridiculous. My little ability cannot be put on the stage and is not worth mentioning. There are masters in various places who can transcend ghosts. Why do I, an outsider, need to take action?"
Zhang Wenfeng was polite and humble.
He came here in the morning and showed his unique ability in front of the two masters from the county. He planned to focus on the entire county area. After all, the boundaries of Xiling County were too small.
You should start practicing as early as possible, since discovering your own cultivation level and improving your supernatural powers are closely related to your merits.
Why does he suppress and act secretly?
As he learned more about the current practice world, at least within the scope of the Da'an Dynasty, he was a Taoist monk. In addition, he officially joined the Daolu branch as a legal guard, and he found a serious official position, which was not convenient for him.
few.
There is no need to worry so much about looking forward and backward.
Then he asked casually: "Have the two masters returned to the city to rest?"
"There are many vacant houses in Nihu Village. They have been cleaned up. The Master said that they can rest nearby without having to travel back and forth. All the people who were transferred to work here have settled in Nihu Village."
Fu Gujing motioned to the village two or three miles to the north and asked, "Brother Zhang, take a look at these items. Are they satisfactory?"
Zhang Wenfeng briefly inspected the items on the ground that were covered with oilcloth, nodded and said, "That's it."
First, we moved the square table, walked around the excavated subsidence, and walked to the highest remaining part of the river island. We placed the table flat. Others moved in the remaining items, spread them with plain cloth, and set up the incense burner facing the west.
Place the offerings, water, wine, and rice, and burn three sticks of white wax and insert them into the incense burner.
Light three sticks of incense, dance persistently in the air with your left hand, and mutter rhymes in your mouth.
Picking up a pair of wooden chopsticks with his right hand, he touched the small three animal sacrifices three times, once on the wine cup, once on the white rice, and placed them in the middle of the first white bowl filled with tomb rice on the left, with the tips of the chopsticks facing the west, and then took the chopsticks.
Take the second pair and the third pair of chopsticks according to the law and place them in their respective positions.
As he chanted vaguely, the fragrant mist curled up in the air.
Countless remnant souls, evil souls, and ghosts seemed to have received some kind of call from the underworld. They emerged from the ground and the lake one after another, circling and flying at low altitudes. The sacrifices, wine, and white rice slowly faded away.
Banni Lake suddenly became spooky for several miles.
The dark fire flickers, and the dark wind blows.
The patrolling men from the Daolu branch and the county government agents and government servants all had insufficient eyesight, hunched their necks, and did not dare to move easily. The timid ones already had their arms and legs trembling, and their teeth were chattering. Even the brave ones did not dare to move.
Dare to pull out the weapons on your waist to be brave, for fear of provoking ghosts.
Too much!
Why are there so many ghosts in this place?
There was a chill on the back of my head and a creepy feeling that I will never forget.
Zhang Wenfeng put the three sticks of incense in his hand into the incense burner, and all kinds of weird low-pitched whining noises immediately fell silent.
This is the soul-attracting incense. He uses ghost energy to drive it and attract many ghosts to appear.
This scent will also be used to guide ghosts into the underworld.
He was not going to open the ghost gate tonight, so he would spend more time chanting sutras to liberate all nearby ghosts and help them escape from their pain and wandering. He had received guidance from Bai Wuchang, and as a temporary ghost errand, he had enough time, so he could still collect ghosts by chanting sutras at night.
The voice was low and solemn, and he said slowly: "Ghosts travel at night, and strangers avoid them!"
He took out another yellow talisman and handed it to the second senior brother on the left who was about to retreat, and said: "You put this on and help me burn the travel money for the ghosts on the side."
Yue Anyan is a woman, and women belong to Yin. The senior sister's Taoism is far from being able to transform into a man in a feminine form, so she is not suitable for performing salvation rituals.
Fu Gujing was also startled when she looked at the many colored fires floating in the low sky like stars.
This half-mud lake was so dirty that it had to be renamed Ghost Lake. Brother Zhang was really good at summoning many ghosts out of the ground at will.
He waved his hand, and the other two men, whose faces changed color, and Yue Anyan hurriedly followed Xia Huzhou towards the north.
The other Taoist soldiers, policemen, and government officials who stayed still and did not dare to move, after receiving a message from Master Fu, they hurriedly retreated to the north as if they had received an amnesty.
This place is really not for people to stay, it's scary.
Zhang Wenfeng untied the black cloth bag from his waist, took out the bottle of Shou Xian, took off the yellow talisman attached to it, placed the black bottle under the wooden table, covered it with the hem of the offering cloth, and the second brother lit the paper money on the soil in the north and burned it.
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"Enough is enough, don't be greedy!"
Zhang Wenfeng sent a message to warn Zhong Wenyong who was hiding in the bottle.
The two Jianwei Realm monks from the county may be watching from a distance, and they don't want to cause trouble.
"rest assured!"
Zhong Wenyong replied with the word simple.
Zhang Wenfeng walked around and began to recite "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Tian Zun's Wonderful Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin". His tone was soothing and no longer as urging as during the daytime fight yesterday.
The fragrant mist swayed left and right along with the sound of the scriptures, gradually rising and rising, and disappeared into the darkness.
Many ghosts moved upon hearing the sound and slowly gathered in this area.
The sound of the scriptures is soft and slow, washing away the hostility caused by the ghosts trapped here. The fragrant mist floats invisible, guiding the ghosts to follow them to the underworld.
Two or three miles away to the north, Song Suxing, Jiang Tingrang and the police officers who came over, the government officials put out the torches in their hands and stopped in silence.
More than ten people stood quietly in the darkness.
After listening carefully for a long time, Song Suxing suddenly asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Yue, what scripture is Guanzhu Zhang reciting?"
The phonological rhythm is so strange and unsophisticated that I have never heard of it before.
Yue Anyan bowed slightly and replied: "I don't know either. At that time, my master said that I was a woman and not suitable for studying Dharma." She wisely dismissed it.
Song Suxing said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions. He watched the green will-o'-the-wisps in the distance hovering around Huzhou, slowly decreasing, and he couldn't see the details clearly.
He couldn't cast a spell to see.
It is a taboo thing to disturb other people's practice of transcendence and harm one's moral character.
Zhang Wenfeng was walking around behind the altar table and kept reciting. He deliberately made his recitation vague. As long as the pronunciation of the sutras was accurate, the effect would be the same. He was not impatient and recited the sutras over and over again.
Most of the ghosts in the sky have disappeared.
Seeing that the incense sticks in the incense burner were about to burn out, he lit three more incense sticks. It didn't matter if the candles were extinguished, as the incense mist could not be cut off.
He leaned over and took back the bottle of Shou Xian from under the desk, still sealed it with the yellow talisman, and put it back in the black bag.
The agreement with Zhong Wenyong is that the time limit is one stick of incense.
He couldn't understand what technique Zhong Wenyong used. There was no bottle floating out on the ground. Through the thick rocks, he could absorb the power of the incense buried underneath. While he was chanting, he glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness.
There is a thin line of dark yellow gas flowing upwards from the bottom of the bottle into the bottle.
After completing a transaction along the way, Zhang Wenfeng put his mind at ease.
He focused more on chanting sutras and patiently saved the remaining souls and ghosts with the most resentment.
As he chanted sutras and his mind became calm, the sound of his sutras became more mellow and melodious, which coincided with some kind of heavenly principle.
The scriptures are like unpolluted water in the world, washing away the violent malice of ghosts, eliminating their uneasiness, and soothing their emotions. As time slowly passes, the ghosts hovering in the sky decrease one by one, and finally all disappear with the fragrant mist.
The cold wind dissipated, and the sobs finally fell silent.
The pollution in the Banni Lake area has been eliminated, and a peaceful atmosphere has gradually emerged between heaven and earth.
In a trance, Zhang Wenfeng seemed to have paused in consciousness for a moment. When he regained consciousness, he was holding the altar table with both hands.
A wisp of smoke from the incense burner in front of me was rising and dispersing, and the incense sticks were burned out.
The second senior brother still squatted aside without saying a word, silently burning the paper money three by three.
Zhang Wenfeng straightened his body. He first checked his cultivation level. There was not much change. Then he looked inside the sea of consciousness. He saw a second line of clear golden text appearing in the ancient volume:
"A name can be named, but it is not a permanent name."
In the darkness, the halo of the golden seal characters was flowing, and the Taoist rhyme was infinite. A wooden magical power called "Tangled Roots and Incantations" flowed with the words and reflected in his mind.
A slight smile appeared on Zhang Wenfeng's face.
He believes that hard work will be rewarded, and inaction is a kind of moral principle and a state of mind, not his current pursuit.