Chapter 249 The sword and the body fit together, and the hands grow flowers
I heard that the master of the temple had made a great contribution and earned a fiefdom for Xianling Guanxin. After the morning class on the second day, the second brother who was thinking about him hit it off with the donkey. He had a few bites and took the mountain badger who was rolling around and clamoring to go out.
, and ran towards Guizailing in the southwest.
Zhang Wenfeng let them play with them. The donkey had a gray sword-shaped token for participating in the Guizailing Battle tied around its neck, as well as a spirit animal plaque issued by the Daolu branch of the county town. It allowed them to travel unimpeded to most places in the Da'an Dynasty.
In fact, the straight-line distance from the Taoist temple to the new fiefdom is no more than 800 miles. At Zhang Wenfeng's current flying speed, it takes about one and a half hours. When the speed increases in the future, the time will be shorter.
A new girl with a hairpin appears in Xianling Temple, with her hair loose and likes to walk around barefoot.
Because they were friends brought back by the temple owner, from apprentices to old cripples, Wei Xingde and others politely called him "Mr. Mo" according to the temple owner's request, instead of "Taoist Master Mo".
Girls with hairpins do not wear Taoist robes, do not read Taoist scriptures and do homework, do not even enter the main hall of Taoist temples, and do not take their apprentices to play.
Apart from occasionally chatting with the viewer, he didn't have much to say to anyone else. The most he could do was nod his head in response.
Qing Qing Dan is very quiet, not difficult to get along with, but not easy to approach either.
After coming back for a few days, Zhang Wenfeng was very busy. He gave lessons to the apprentices to explain the interpretation of scriptures, told short stories to convey the big principles, instructed the apprentices on swordsmanship and practice, tied up his trousers in the fields, spread fertilizer on the slopes of Xitanling and tended the crops.
, Lingzhi.
The wheat fields fed by the Lingquan stream are growing very well, and the small patch in the northwest corner is particularly tall.
The other wheats have already grown and filled their ears, but the hundreds of wheats he specially cared for have just begun to ear.
The sun sets in the west and twilight is about to rise.
Zhang Wenfeng wandered around the fields, and finally decided to give it a try or two. If he failed, he would use it to gain experience for next time.
His spiritual consciousness touched the golden scriptures in the sea of consciousness, silently recited "Mysterious and Mysterious, the Gate of All Eyes", and used the magical power of "Blue Light Covering Curse" to release a ball of soft green light out of thin air.
The light green light spread thinly, stretched to a size of four feet, and slowly enveloped the wheat plants.
He left more than ten plants uncovered and took care of the ordinary wheat on the side. He wanted to make more comparisons.
He slowly controls the vitality of the extraordinary wood energy, evenly irrigates the wheat plants, and checks the status of the nourished wheat at any time. If something is wrong, he can remove the green light in time.
Mo Ye was walking barefoot on the pebbles by the stream. She didn't know what she was thinking about. She suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the wheat field. She took a step forward and came to Zhang Guanzhu. She stretched out her hand to catch a little green light from the field and put it to her nose to smell it.
, tasted the green wood smell again, smashed his mouth, and spat the green light to the ground with slight disgust.
"Do you want to cultivate low-level spiritual plants yourself?"
Zhang Wenfeng controlled the light green light, nourishing the wheat plants subtly, and said: "From scratch, you have to try something."
Mo Ye looked at it for a while and reminded: "Too much is too little, they can't bear the remaining wood energy,"
Zhang Wenfeng explored it several times. He was still a little hesitant at first, whether it was time to stop. When he heard Mo Ye's instructions, he hurriedly raised his hand to gather the remaining half of the green light into a ball. He was reluctant to waste a magical power and flew slowly.
Slowly descending towards Xitan Ridge, pouring some green light into each of the eight corn plants that grow to four feet high.
Then fly to Wangxia Ridge and moisturize the peach and plum trees and the three thorn-hook wire vines.
All the rest should be supplied to the jade trees in the cave. Try to get even rain and dew, and don't dare to give too much at one time.
Mo Ye watched Zhang Guanzhu dressed as a farmer finish his work and said: "You have a good magical power. It can nourish and strengthen vitality. It can not only heal wounds, but also change the growth of plants. You have your own unique ideas about the enlightenment of wood."
Zhang Wenfeng took off his bamboo hat and fanned it in his hand. Hearing Mo Ye's evaluation of him, he felt very touched.
Although the magic of Shinto was given by Taoist scriptures, he put in a lot of effort in the process of seeking it.
What he is trying now is a groundbreaking experiment.
Walking towards the water pool, he smiled and said: "The road is made by people. I am qualified as a woodcarver. I will work more hard in the forest and cultivate my mind. The Tao follows the natural way and I will eventually gain something."
Mo Ye nodded slightly after hearing this, with a trace of thought in his eyes.
When she was born as a spirit, she had a fourth-level cultivation level. She could master any supernatural powers and ghost techniques at a glance without having to learn them a second time.
No one has ever reminded her to look at the bottom and see the difference between the underworld and the human world.
She wanted to go out for a walk with Zhang Wenfeng. In addition to sleeping long enough, she also didn't hate this human monk who could wake up and "see" her at that time.
The high-ranking monk talked about the relationship between eyes, and she felt that this human being was a little different.
Zhang Wenfeng reached out and picked two ripe peaches, washed them with clear water in the pond, and handed one to Mo Ye.
"Try it. The fruit trees transplanted in the spring this year are not as tasty as the spiritual fruit. It should not be unpalatable."
The two sat on a nearby rock and ate peaches.
A man wearing a bamboo hat and trousers was dressed like a farmer. He had a calm demeanor and a sense of indifference and cleanliness about his body.
Even though the other one is barefoot, he is naturally noble and difficult to approach.
"I want to open a small piece of land and try growing something."
"Use whatever piece of land you like."
"This place is not suitable for you. The flowers and plants I grow are very yin-y."
The conversation between the two was mindless. Mo Ye stirred up the stream with his bare feet, and his long skirt was soaked in the water. He pointed to the northwest and said: "There is a barren mountain forest more than ten miles away. I can't plant things there."
Let people discover it.”
Zhang Wenfeng immediately thought of the haunted forest. Since Mo Ye said that no one would find it, of course he believed it.
"Do you need my help?"
"No need for now."
Mo Ye left a little room for explanation. She discovered the extraordinary power of Guanzhu Zhang.
After eating the glutinous and delicious peaches, he heard the ringing of the meal bell coming from the direction of the other courtyard. Zhang Wenfeng stood up and buried the peach core in the open space and said, "Let's have a meal together?"
Mo Ye washed his hands and sat still, refusing: "I'm not used to eating."
She doesn't need to eat at all, just tasting a fresh peach is already a great honor.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled, not paying attention to the woman's directness, and walked east along the stream. He thought it would be okay if Mo Ye could find something to do.
The second senior brother traveled to a distant place and stayed in the new fiefdom named "Lingcao Ridge" by Donkey for three days. He built two wooden shacks to protect from wind and rain, cut down trees, and walked along the
Many tree stumps were rebuilt on the property boundary.
After returning, he began to discuss with the temple owner, Wei Xingde, and the old cripple to prepare for large-scale construction projects, renovate the mountain path to Xianling Temple, build many two-story courtyards high on the hillside, and renovate the backyard on the top of the mountain to build a new house.
The apprentices are making good progress in their cultivation. In the second half of the year, it is very likely that some of them will break through and advance to Huaqi. After becoming monks, they need to have a separate residence and it is impossible to crowd in Qingzheng Villa anymore.
There is no shortage of money in Taoist temples. It is time for some new changes and a new atmosphere.
The second senior brother is thinking about building Xianling Temple like a large sect. In his opinion, it is only a matter of time.
The old cripple strongly supported the second senior brother's ambitions and spoke in a much louder voice.
Wei Xingde was responsible for running errands to select masters with good skills, and called batches of people to come up with plans and negotiate prices. From time to time, truckloads of wood and stone were transported into the mountain gate in a busy manner.
Zhang Wenfeng ignored the trivial matters and left them all to the second senior brother and the others.
I was busy in the fields and came back ten days before I knew it.
He thought he had adjusted his mind to the best state. He sat cross-legged in the bamboo room and recited the Qing Jing Sutra three times. Then he looked inside the ancient scroll "Tao Jing" and recited it silently from the first sentence according to the rhyme. He did not touch the idea of exerting magical powers.
Technique, try to recite the entire scripture.
There is invisible golden light flowing on the body, and reciting six verses of the sutra is like six different golden light washes.
A faint Taoist rhyme emerged from the ancient scroll, and like a sudden flash of inspiration, Zhang Wenfeng drew his sword and grasped a rare chance to gain insight.
He didn't know if he would have such a chance next time, so he subconsciously chose to practice a flat thrust with his sword countless times, immersed himself in it, and repeatedly changed the angle and direction of the thrust.
An ordinary stab is mysterious and elusive, and the whole room is filled with cold sword energy.
He could detect the fit between his hand, body and wooden sword, and there was a sense of divine will that was tempering them and gradually becoming consistent.
A ray of sword intent condensed and took shape as he thrust out again and again.
The bamboo building seemed to be overwhelmed and made a subtle "kacha" cracking sound.
In the blocked water pool cave in the haunted forest, Mo Ye had refilled the severed stone platform with mud and stones, creating a piece of land that reached the edge of the pool and was more than ten feet above the water.
She spread thick black soil on the land, planted four black seeds, and looked up in the direction of the Fairy View.
She noticed a different aura than usual, glanced at it and then looked away.
No matter how brilliant the swordsmanship is in the world, it is not worth mentioning in her eyes.
With a wave of her hand, the cave was filled with a cold atmosphere, and she wanted to plant a few ghost flowers that were common to her in the human world.
Being idle is also idle, learn to find something to do.