A few green bricks were pried from the corners of the courtyard wall, buried with some soil, and the potholes caused by sword practice were leveled.
Zhang Wenfeng opened the courtyard door, held a sword at his waist, and went down the hillside barefoot. He saw a trampled mess in the half-ploughed field, and the black donkey was nowhere to be found.
"Black Donkey, where did you go? You haven't come back yet."
Zhang Wenfeng shouted. Ever since he heard that the donkey had enlightenment by listening to the chanting of sutras, he was not worried that the donkey would run away from home.
Of course he would not kill his own monsters.
"Ah uh... ah... uh..."
A donkey brayed from the upper reaches of the stream northwest of the short mountain, and a black donkey jumped out of the woods, dripping wet.
"Go away and shake the water, don't mess with me. Since I'm kind enough to take you in, I have to make a three-part agreement with you. You can't violate the Taoist rules. If you do, don't blame me for driving you away."
Zhang Wenfeng pushed the shameless donkey away. Other people had cats and dogs, but it was better for him here. He had an 800-pound donkey that was very cute. He lowered his face and set rules with the donkey seriously.
The black donkey grinned like a toothy grin and nodded repeatedly to assure himself, "Don't worry, Temple Master, I will never violate my moral conscience. I understand all the Taoist rules."
He spoke very arrogantly, and I don't know where he got it from.
The donkey then changed the topic again and said: "Master, I just saw the old cripple, the second senior brother and the hunchback at the mountain bend."
Zhang Wenfeng said "Oh", suddenly remembered something, and asked hurriedly: "You are like this, won't other monks see through your identity as a monster?"
Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe came here yesterday, especially Fu Gujing who stayed overnight in the backyard, and they both saw the black donkey.
The two of them didn't seem to see anything wrong with the donkey?
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't see any demonic energy fluctuations on the black donkey using his spiritual vision. I don't know why?
Could it be that after listening to sutra chanting too much, the donkey becomes enlightened and becomes different from other monsters?
"I don't know, I talked to them yesterday, but they didn't pay attention. Hey, don't talk nonsense next time. It will be bad if you meet someone who understands donkey talk. By the way, viewer, how can you suddenly understand what I say?
, I scolded you before..."
This is a unique donkey who has been alone for a long time and is very expressive.
As the saying goes, if you talk too much, you will make mistakes, and the donkey is no exception. It will stop talking immediately.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the embarrassed donkey, wrote down the account in a small notebook, and ignored it for the time being, saying: "You are not allowed to talk nonsense in front of others. You donkey's dumb head can understand, what's weird about me suddenly understanding donkey language?"
I will try to practice my voice transmission skills tonight so that I can talk to you more easily in the future."
He also felt strange. Yesterday he was walking with Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe, but he didn't seem to hear the donkey talking?
When did he awaken to this unique and rare language talent?
"That's right, I promise not to talk nonsense in the future."
"One more thing, you are a monster donkey, you have only plowed so much land, and now you are complaining and getting tired. You have eaten so much fodder, where did all your strength go?"
"No, sir, you embed the plow too deep into the ground. It's not usually like this. How can I bear it after doing it for thirty times? I chew some hay every day to wrap my belly. It hurts my body a lot. Besides, it's still a cow plowing the land.
If you're good at it, why would you bother me, a donkey running errands?"
After listening to Donkey's complaints, Zhang Wenfeng remained silent.
Although he inherited this body, knew how to plow the land, and was very skilled in it, his cultivation had greatly improved, and he accidentally used a little too much force and didn't pay attention to pressing the plow too tightly. Of course, he wouldn't do it in front of this donkey.
Admit mistakes.
If you make a mistake, you can correct it next time, and don't give the donkey a chance to make a fuss.
"I'll serve you good food and drink every day, pick and choose some work, and buy a cow back later. But you have to keep an eye on the Taoist temple and the backyard at night. Don't let the Taoist temple in without any hesitation."
Evil ghost, thief, you are a donkey, others will not guard you, can you do this little thing?"
After the black donkey was scolded, he didn't feel depressed at all, but became energetic.
It leaned its head over and grinned, saying, "You can do this. I'll take care of the housekeeping and nursing home duties at night... Well, I have to remove the rope, right? Otherwise I won't be able to watch the night."
As a donkey, it rushes to do the dog's work. For the sake of freedom, it feels it is a good deal.
Zhang Wenfeng pushed Donkey's face away and said decisively: "Yes!"
Shandao could already see three figures carrying packages, so he ended his conversation with the donkey and packed up the wooden plow and tools.
The black donkey went to the side and shook off the water stains on his body. He stood quietly and meekly, looking stupid.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at it, he knew how to pretend, it was a small sample, he still had to examine it for a while.
But he could sense the dependence the donkey inadvertently showed on the Taoist temple, and he probably couldn't fake it.
"Hey, Brother Feng, how can I let you work in the fields?"
The old lame man raised his hand to say hello and said: "The Tuozi family has been hosting a decent banquet these days. We have packed some clean fried fish, braised elbow meat, chopped meat, and roasted meatballs. Let's treat Brother Feng to a good meal tonight.
, and also brought a small jar of sorghum shochu."
He glanced at the dark green sword hanging on the waist of the viewer. He was a martial arts practitioner and was keen on this.
When did the Guanzhu change his sword?
The hunchback smiles brightly, a grandson is added to the family, and there will be someone who can inherit the incense.
These days, he smiles when he sees everyone, is full of joy, and greets his second senior brother and the temple master.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and responded one by one. He was considering whether to show off before or after the meal. He already knew the truth.
The second senior brother rushed down to the ground and put the wooden plow on his shoulders, not caring about the mud on it.
Four people and one donkey, dressed in colorful clouds, stepped on the long shadows of the trees, with the viewer walking in front, and the old lame man walking second among the elders, and walked up the mountain one by one.
When they reached the top of the mountain, the lame man went to work in the kitchen, while the hunchback put down his parcel and went to the vegetable patch to pick vegetables and help cook.
Zhang Wenfeng fetched water from the well to wash himself, put on a pair of new clothes, cleaned the clothes stained by work, hung them on the ropes on the eaves, and walked to the livestock shed at the back. The second senior brother was shaking the donkey's feed, and he said:
"Second Senior Brother, please tie the donkey's rope off. There is no need to fasten the door of the shed, just let it come in and out."
Seeing the second senior brother standing up with some surprise on his face, he explained: "This is the mount left by the master. When the master was alive, he rarely tied it and let it run around up and down the mountain. He said it was very spiritual and could not
leave."
When the second senior brother heard what he said, he smiled and said, "That seems to be the case. Okay, take off the rope and open the door."
He looked up to his master like a mountain and had always believed in him.
After watching Second Senior Brother finish his work, Zhang Wenfeng asked: "Second Senior Brother, can you still get used to the hard life on the mountain?"
The second senior brother looked at the solemn face of the temple master. He couldn't believe that happiness came so suddenly. His voice was trembling with excitement and he nodded hastily: "Yes, I can! Please invite me back to the Fairy Spirit Temple to clear up the rules and regulations. I will definitely be able to do it."
Observe and practice without any slack."
Zhang Wenfeng helped up his cousin who was half-bowing and said: "Come back. From now on, as long as you don't violate the Taoist rules and don't think about returning to secular life, you will stay on the mountain to practice, examine yourself every day, and strive to climb the mountain as soon as possible."
The Avenue of Immortality.”
"Thank you so much for taking me in! Thank you so much for your kind words!"
The second senior brother almost cried with joy, he had finally waited for this day.
Others may think that life in the mountains is hard, working every day, meditating and chanting sutras is boring.
But he enjoyed it very much. The world recorded in Taoist classics was mysterious and colorful, and he longed for it all his life.
If you have different wishes and pursue different interests, the paths you take will naturally be different.