He returned the bamboo basket and the robes inside to Che Sheng, who was on duty at the city gate, and stood chatting for a few words.
Returning to Daolu Branch, Zhang Wenfeng went to the master's hall, returned the sword to Fu Gujing, and kept the straw hat as evidence.
The middle-aged man named Tian Anhe, whose wet robes had long since evaporated, sat on a chair solemnly and answered the questions from Dean Wu, Fu Gujing.
Yun Qiuhe stood aside and nodded slightly to Master Zhang, indicating that the warning signal had been sent out.
After listening to a few words, Zhang Wenfeng did not stay long. He returned to his room, opened the door, and continued to write scriptures on the jade pillars. He felt a sense of urgency in his heart. A group of unknown witch cultivators were running around and causing chaos. At present,
The situation was unclear, and he was worried about the safety of his second senior brother, Yue Anyan, in the Taoist temple.
Through the old straw hat, the inner side of his left wrist was stained with an invisible mark of witchcraft.
He cannot return to the mountain for the time being, otherwise it will bring trouble to the Taoist temple.
He could only speed up the process of making the array pillars and aura stone runes, and go back as soon as possible to complete the layout of the mountain gate array.
Even if only the preliminary framework of the formation is laid out, I feel a lot more reassured.
Not long after lunch, he heard noises coming from outside. Zhang Wenfeng listened carefully and realized that the masters from the county had arrived. He quickly put down his brush, wiped the cinnabar ink on his fingers with a semi-dry towel, walked out of the room and closed the door.
The one who came was Taoist Jiang Ting whom I met last time.
After the ceremony, Wu Qianping selected and focused on what happened.
The information contained on Feige's message paper is limited, and it can only report an emergency, but cannot explain the matter in detail.
Jiang Ting listened with a serious face, and cursed "crazy" during the period. After listening, he asked about the two witch cultivators' attack methods, spell characteristics, etc.
Nowadays, it has been a long time since the war between Tao and witches, and many classics have been shelved and gathering dust.
I am very unfamiliar with the abilities and methods of witch cultivators.
As he was talking, Jiang Ting suddenly raised his head and looked outside the room, extending his hand.
A flash of yellow light fell into his hand, which was a folded yellow talisman.
Zhang Wenfeng knew that this was the "Messaging Yellow Talisman" recorded in the classics. If he wanted to inspire the cultivation level of the Jianwei Realm, the Yuan Qi consumed by flying the Yellow Talisman on the way needs to be poured into the runes by the caster. It is a communication method for monks. Compared with
Flying pigeon messaging is much more advanced and extremely fast.
Jiang Ting looked at the yellow talisman in his hand for a moment, and his face became extremely ugly.
"The two Daolu branches in Qianyan County and Xiahe County suffered heavy losses in manpower. Among them, all four monks from Daolu Branch in Qianyan County, including Master Xiang, were martyred, their official treasures were taken away, and the array control instruments were robbed.
All the monks’ belongings in the Zhen Pavilion and the accounting room were looted, and there were many casualties in the city! This is simply unscrupulous and daring! Damn it!”
Several people in the room were shocked.
There were actually three groups of shaman cultivators and thieves attacking at the same time, and Fei Ge's messenger didn't have time to warn them.
"I have to rush to Qianyan County now. Taoist friend Yun is here. Xiling City is safe. Reinforcement masters from various sects and Taoist temples should arrive soon. Everyone, take care!"
Jiang Ting said, clasping his fists and flying out the door, directly flying into the air.
When several people clasped their fists and walked outside the door, there was only a shadow left in the distant sky in the south. Jiang Ting had the county and city law enforcement badge hanging on his waist. The protective Bagua formation in the city had little effect on him.
Wu Qianping said: "The masters from the sect will arrive in a while. Everyone, please be careful and don't leave the city for the time being. This group of thieves is extremely vicious. We are lucky to be safe and sound. By the way, old master, you go and remove Chen Guanzhu from his residence in the city."
Please come and open a quiet room in the hospital for him to recover from his injuries. When he is free, I will ask the masters of the sect to help him recover from his injuries."
Fu Gujing agreed and left in a hurry.
Wu Qianping glanced at Guanzhu Zhang and nodded slightly.
The name of the blessed general is well-deserved, and they all benefited from it, otherwise the result would be unpredictable.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled back. If Zhong Wenyong inside the bottle hadn't been aware of the black witch's methods, he would have suffered serious damage today. Even if Yun Qiuhe could get out of the trap in time and kill one or two, it would be difficult to recover the losses.
After saying a few more words, the three of them dispersed.
Wu Qianping walked back to the hall thoughtfully, wrote a piece of paper to send away, and asked the sect to prepare some classics on shamanism and send them over as soon as possible.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the mansion, opened the carving knife, picked up the first jade pillar with dried cinnabar ink, and carved the official scriptures written on the jade pillar with one knife after another. Suddenly he stopped and said: Yin asked: "Friend Zhong Dao, please tell me, if I use cursive fonts to carve scriptures on the jade pillars, will it affect the operation of the mountain gate array?"
After a while, Zhong Wenmei responded: "Your idea is very bold. Maybe it's because I have little knowledge. I have never seen anyone carving the formation pillars with cursive cursives. Regardless of Confucianism or witchcraft, they all use official scripts to carve them one by one."
Zhang Wenfeng put down the jade pillar, thought about it, and said via voice: "It can't be said that way. Talismans and formations are similar. Many large formations are engraved with runes, and the main body of the runes evolved from the secret characters of cursive seal script. Furthermore, Taoism itself, Taoism is inaction, Taoism is in its own way, in order to break all kinds of restrictions and shackles. I don’t see anyone stipulating that the formation pillar scriptures must be carved in regular script?
They are all a medium of communication between heaven and earth, with different paths leading to the same destination, so it should have nothing to do with the form of the scriptures?"
The more I talked about it, the more feasible it became. I stood up and walked around the room to think about it.
"What you said... seems to make sense. I agree with you trying it. Anyway, it will only waste a batch of formation pillars and spiritual energy stones. It's not a big deal. With your current wealth, you can afford to spend it twice more."
Zhong Wenyong's transition from suspicion to support only took one spank.
At the end, it seems quite encouraging.
Because every new attempt was successful, it was a pioneering work. He only had the remnant soul left and could not try it. He especially wanted to see with his own eyes whether Zhang Daoyou's method was feasible?
So a little loss of spiritual energy stone is insignificant.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, then burst into laughter and said, "This method will definitely work!"
His heart suddenly became enlightened.
He is no longer concerned about waste or not. If he really wastes this batch of spiritual energy stones, he will be heartbroken and beat his chest.
Rather, he believed that Taoism did not have such rules, carving scriptures one by one with neat strokes. He speculated that it was just a way for future generations to show their piety, so they were stuck to the rules and continued.
The scripture is still the same scripture, the way of writing is different, but the meaning of the scripture is still the same.
Isn’t it possible to gain recognition from the Taoist ancestors in the upper realm and communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?
"Why is Guanzhu Zhang so happy?"
Yun Qiuhe passed by and walked in through the open door, asking in surprise and curiosity.
In her impression, Zhang Guanzhu has always been cautious and cautious, not going beyond the rules. Even his smile is as if carved with a knife. He is so rigid that he rarely laughs like this like an old master.
Compared with Zhang Guanzhu, she is just a crazy Taoist girl.
For this reason, she often reflected on herself, wondering if her delay in breaking through the situation was because she did not follow the rules religiously enough.
I even wonder if the Tao Ancestor God is deliberately trying to temper her and make her suffer?
Of course, she would not tell her senior brother these nonsense for fear of being scolded.
"Haha, I just figured out a truth and got carried away for a moment, which made fellow Taoist Yun laugh."
Zhang Wenfeng still held the carving knife in his hand. When he saw Yun Qiuhe tilting his head and staring at him, his eyes full of curiosity, waiting for him to reason, he told the truth he had just thought of, asked Yun Qiuhe for his thoughts, and finally said:
"Do you think this is true? If we Taoists are bound by the rules and regulations of our predecessors and have no opinions of our own, how can we cultivate ourselves? So I think that the scriptures for carving formation pillars can be written in cursive script, as long as the scriptures are not published.
Mistakes, no matter what!"
Yun Qiuhe's eyes were so bright that they reflected light, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
She simply couldn't agree more with this novel point of view.
"Yes, yes, no one stipulates that the scriptures on the formation pillars must be written in the correct script. You must try! I support you!"
The two deviant ideas hit it off immediately.
Zhang Wenfeng grabbed the first jade pillar, raised the knife with his hand, and carved directly on the jade stone with the scriptures written in cinnabar ink. He held the knife like a pen, filled it with Yuan Qi, and carved the jade stone like soil, and the dust fell to the ground under the rain.
He uses calligraphy with twists and turns, and touches of brushstrokes, all in one go, completing a short verse of more than ten words.
Without stopping, switch to the second side and continue carving.
Silently reciting the Taoist scriptures in his heart, he became calm and focused more and more on the carving knife and jade stone in his hands, freely giving full play to the artistic conception of the seal carving, as long as the scriptures on each jade pillar and eight sides were complete.
What does it matter if the scriptures on which side are engraved are longer and on which side the scriptures are engraved shorter?
As long as it is a whole.
Yun Qiuhe was greatly inspired by the sight of Zhang Guanzhu wielding the sword as if he were a master, with his free and straightforward writing style and boldness.
Some of the problems with formations, talismans, and medicine refining that had troubled her in the past seemed to be no longer a problem, and she had other ideas to solve them.
She walked out the door immediately, taking advantage of her fresh inspiration to try it out.
The purpose of practicing Taoism is to break through all kinds of restrictions and shackles.
If nothing breaks or establishes, what is she afraid of!
He casually stopped a man passing by in the corridor and ordered the man to guard the door for Mr. Zhang and not allow others to disturb him.