Zhang Wenfeng turned around and went to the hillside, chopped off a few tough finger-thick rattan sticks, wiped the green bamboo sword clean with the side of the hem of his old robe, and returned the sword to its sheath.
After kneading the rattan, he simply tied up the woman's corpse and the corpse-smelling zombie respectively, and jumped up the mountain holding them in one hand.
After a while, he returned with a hoe, shovel and dustpan.
The sky was bright and Zhang Wenfeng carefully cleaned up the battle scene.
Carefully pick up several concealed weapons and put them into a thin wooden box. They are buried in the bloody soil and grass. The blood drops along the way are cleaned up to prevent people going up the mountain from seeing them.
The hem of his robe and cloth shoes were stained with morning dew. Zhang Wenfeng put down his tools with a calm expression, washed his face and hands, returned to the hut and changed into a new set of blue robes worn only when traveling, and took all his belongings with him.
He uncovered the thin quilt and straw, picked up the harmful paper talisman from the bed, put it into his sleeve and put it away.
Go up the steps to the front of the Taoist temple, open the wooden door of the main hall, and step into the Sanqing Hall. He holds incense and candles solemnly on his face, adds oil, and wipes utensils. After finishing simple morning lessons, Zhang Wenfeng feeds the black donkey and changes the water.
There is still no time to take care of the smelly donkey stable, so we have to make do with it for another day of sloppiness.
He carefully locked the two portals on the courtyard wall and the main hall door, put on his bamboo hat, lowered the eaves of the bamboo hat to shield his face, and went down the northwest back hill, disappearing into the morning mist woods in a short time.
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Zhangjiazhuang is located five miles due south of Xianling Temple.
The thatched cottage of the scattered Taoist priest Zhang Wenxing is located alone in the west end of Zhangjiazhuang, and his neighbors are twenty feet away from his home.
As usual, he offered incense to the ancestor. After finishing morning lessons in the east wing, he walked out of the room, stretched himself and went to the kitchen in the west room. Suddenly he heard a gentle knock on the door, and he was slightly startled.
Who's going to bother me this early in the morning?
Everyone in the village knew that he believed in Taoism and would not come to visit him to chat with him in the morning or evening.
After a few steps, he walked to the courtyard door and heard another knock on the door. Zhang Wenxing opened the firewood door and saw a long figure standing upright wearing a green Taoist robe, with a dark green sword on his waist, and his face covered with
Covered by a bamboo hat, only a little of the chin is exposed.
Zhang Wenfeng took a step back and pushed up the bamboo hat with his left hand.
With a smile on his face, his hands are intertwined, his left hand is holding his right hand and he is pinching the Ziwu Jue, which is like a yin and yang diagram, his feet are in a figure eight shape, and he holds his fists in front of his chest and salutes:
"Taozu is merciful. Second senior brother is well!"
Zhang Wenxing hurriedly returned the gift and said: "The Taoist ancestor is kind. Wen Xing has met the temple master. He lives in a humble and humble house. The temple master is a rare visitor. Please come in quickly and let Wen Xing serve tea."
There was a huge age difference between the two, and Zhang Wenxing had a look of surprise on his face when his junior brother suddenly came to visit him.
Every year except for the first two days (Spring Festival), disciples who go down the mountain can return to the Taoist temple to burn incense. On other days, they are not allowed to go up the mountain to disturb the purity without being summoned by the current temple master.
This is the rule of the Xianlingguan lineage. It is very inhumane and has been passed down for more than five hundred years.
Therefore, Fairy Mountain seems deserted most of the time.
Zhang Wenfeng did not enter the door. He had to burn incense. He did not want to waste too much time, so he said:
"I will be a guest at Second Senior Brother's house next time. I have something to do today, and I would like to ask Second Senior Brother to go up the mountain and help guard the Taoist temple. I wonder if Second Senior Brother has any free time?"
Zhang Wenxing had already guessed that he was being invited to go up the mountain, so he hurriedly agreed: "Master, you are welcome, I will go up the mountain with you."
"Second Senior Brother, please bring your sword."
Zhang Wenfeng saw his second senior brother rushing out and reminded him softly.
The brothers and sisters who were sent down the mountain each had a sword given by their master to ward off evil and protect themselves.
"Viewer, wait a moment."
Zhang Wenxing immediately knew something was wrong on the mountain.
He turned around and hurried into the house, took a long sword and put it on his waist. He also took a bunch of drawn yellow talismans and put them into his sleeves and arms. He put on his bamboo hat and went out, closed the firewood door of the yard, and left the village west with the viewer. No questions asked.
Before Zhang Wenfeng left, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of his old house in the south of Zhuangzi.
He has an eldest brother, a second brother and a third sister as close relatives. The eldest brother is much older than him and seems to be of a different generation. There is no affection at all. The eldest nephew is two years older than him.
When he was twelve years old, his parents died of old age and illness one after another.
At that time, the second brother had his own children to raise, and the third sister had married away, leaving him alone in the dilapidated old house.
Living on three acres of thin land, I was young and weak and couldn't take care of it well, so the harvest was of course not good. From spring to winter, I was full and hungry. The life was very hard, lacking oil, salt, water and water.
Fortunately, relatives and neighbors in Zhuangzi helped me through half the winter.
That winter was extremely cold.
He was as skinny as a bracken pole, and his eyes were so green and veiny that the wind could blow them away.
Hungry, cold, lacking food, clothing, and cold, he really couldn't stand it.
Following the advice of his second brother, he carried a ragged bag on his back, tied his foot pole and two tattered cloth shoes with straw, and with a wooden stick in his hand, like a little beggar, resolutely headed to the fairy temple five miles away in the north.
At that time, he was tall and had short legs, so his steps were weak and he would stop and stop walking.
It took more than an hour, and he almost fainted from hunger and froze to death on the last section of the mountain road. The second senior brother who came back from the mountain to buy things found him, carried him up on his back, and filled him with frosting, sugar, and hot water to revive him.
The master asked him to be an apprentice for three years. He would sweep and work in the fields every day. If he could learn to read and recite scriptures, develop the sense of Qi through the basic breathing exercises taught him, and pass the examination, he would be officially accepted as an apprentice.
If he fails to meet the requirements and is old, he can support himself by sending him back to Zhuangzi.
In order to stay and have food to eat, the little guy who has gone through the hardships of life and is full of desire to survive is extremely diligent.
As a result, within two years, he was officially accepted as a closed disciple by Master.
The master taught him that those who practice Taoism should have a weak mind and be detached from the world. From then on, he rarely returned to Zhuangzi.
The past is gone like clouds and smoke!
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There was no delay on the way, the two of them walked very fast, and when they went up the mountain, the sun had not yet reached the treetops.
Zhang Wenfeng checked the gate of the Taoist temple and the courtyard door, then opened the kitchen door, filled the water with the two of them, washed their hands, and told his cousin in a low voice a series of things that happened that night.
He used some Spring and Autumn techniques and briefly summarized a few key points that should not be revealed.
Zhang Wenxing was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared, calling Lu Jinzhong "a traitor who cheated on others and deserved his death." Then he was worried about the safety of the viewer and said:
"How do you plan to deal with it? Those people are raising evil spirits and zombies. They have evil origins and are quite powerful. They won't come out during the day, but it's hard to tell at night. It's just the two of us, so we are a bit weak."
He hinted to his cousin to invite the other two senior brothers who were scattered in nearby towns to come back and tide over the difficulties together.
"I'll go to the city later."
Zhang Wenfeng had his own ideas.
There is no way to guard against thieves for a thousand days, he has to take the initiative.
Except for Zhang Wenxing, who was his cousin and second senior brother, he was somewhat wary of everyone else.
The fifth senior brother could commit such a vicious act and collude with outsiders to murder him, the leader of the temple. He would not easily trust the other two until the case was closed.
If a wolf is lured into the house, failure to prevent it will lead to serious consequences.
"Oh, that's fine, please be careful on the road."
Zhang Wenxing no longer insisted.
He went to the city to ask the Daolu branch to send manpower for support, but he was not very optimistic.
Those masters are easy to get in, but easy to talk and things are difficult to solve. He has dealt with it before, but he also followed the master to try it first. He can't throw cold water on it. He will know the result in the afternoon. There is still time before dark, so he can try it as much as possible.
It's too late.
After the brief exchange, Zhang Wenfeng opened the door to the main hall of the Taoist temple and accompanied his cousin to offer incense without opening the door to the backyard.
He asked his cousin to use the kitchen fire to cook and create smoke. He quietly left again and Shan Linzi left.