When night fell and evening classes began, the ghostly You Xiu did not come up the mountain.
Zhang Wenfeng's mood was indifferent and peaceful, and he didn't care whether the other party came or not.
He was a little curious about the origin and characteristics of the ghost. It was so rare for a ghost to haunt him for three lifetimes.
He has been a Taoist priest for two lifetimes and has seen different types of ghosts out of a strange professional interest.
Since you can't see it, then just don't see it.
He never forces it.
After finishing the evening classes step by step, a very thin crescent moon appeared in the western sky.
Zhang Wenfeng observed for a while, and found that the moon was not much different from the moon on the earth in his previous life. The customs and cultural environment of this place were similar to those of ancient China, which made him suspect that he had traveled to a parallel world.
Glancing at the black donkey standing beneath the incense burner on the dark midfield terrace.
That guy didn't seem to have woken up from the profound meaning of the scriptures. He was in a daze and was wandering around.
Zhang Wenfeng did not disturb the enlightened donkey, chatted with the second senior brother for a few words, and then walked through the corridor to the west hall.
After lowering the bolt and turning on the light, he took the old wooden basin and several semi-dry and fully dry rags, walked into the quiet room and went down to the secret room, passed through the bronze mirror, and under the light of the soft and bright stone on the top of the innermost secret room, Zhang Wenfeng
It took more than a quarter of an hour to clean the dust on the shelves and oil paper packages with a rag, and wipe the floor twice.
After wiping your hands, use a dry rag to wipe away the residual moisture on the shelf, open all the oil paper packages, put the books neatly on the shelf, and write the book title labels according to the markings with a brush into categories to facilitate future browsing.
There are three packages that are empty, marked "Book A", "Book B" and "Travel Notes Three".
Zhang Wenfeng was quite helpless.
At that time, I don't know who in the Taoist temple entered the secret room and took away the spiritual energy stone and some books after attaining the Huaqi realm.
Just use the spirit stone and forget about it, and don't return the books. It's too much.
He chose a book called "Basic Volume of Identification of Spiritual Objects for Immortal Cultivation" to read. It recorded the detection and identification of various spiritual objects, medicinal materials, minerals, etc. The explanations were detailed and easy to understand. He first found the chapter on "Identification of Spiritual Spring Water".
After spending some time thinking about it, he was absolutely sure that there was a spiritual spring hidden under the pool the donkey had discovered.
Regardless of the grade, the various magical functions of the spiritual spring made him excited and made a lot of money.
Tomorrow I will give the donkey three chicken legs as a reward. Oh no, that guy is a vegetarian. Tomorrow's fodder will be mixed with more bean cakes and bran. Hero, what he eats is fodder, and what he squeezes out is...
I recited the "Qingxin Jue" twice to calm my mind and eliminate distracting thoughts.
Start reading the book in your hand from the beginning. Knowledge is power. The more you understand, the more beneficial it will be to your future practice.
Otherwise, if you find treasures and don’t know how to identify them and don’t know how to make use of them, it’s called a waste of natural resources.
After reading this book with a large and complex content in his hand, Zhang Wenfeng felt a little dizzy despite his physical strength and energy. He understood that he was too focused and took in too much knowledge at once, which caused discomfort.
Put the rag in the basin and take it with you, exit the secret room and return to the ground.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the clepsydra in the corner of the west hall and found that it was already midnight, the night was deep, and he felt that not much time had passed.
Blow out the oil lamp and lock the door.
The world was silent and dark.
The moon buds in the west have long disappeared.
Zhang Wenfeng felt a little more comfortable due to the cold late night wind. He said hello to the black donkey that was approaching silently in the night. He walked back to the backyard in the dark and bolted the door. He was not worried about the donkey entering and exiting the yard.
The courtyard wall, which is about ten feet high, can easily be jumped over with the strength of a donkey.
Returning to the hut, he slept on the bed and slowly breathed and breathed to relieve the discomfort in his brain, and he fell into a deep sleep.
While sleeping, Zhang Wenfeng was suddenly awakened by the strange sound of the donkey.
"...The master of the temple wakes up, there is a thief, wake up quickly!"
A Ji Ling is completely awake. He is now particularly sensitive to negative terms such as "thief", "robber" and "ghost".
He took off the thin quilt, put on his outer robe, and grabbed the green bamboo sword hanging on the pillar on the mud wall. He heard a subtle voice again: "The master of the temple is about to wake up. He has been robbed."
The donkeys didn't dare to make any noise, so they used sound transmission, which was as thin as silk.
He gently opened the door and saw the anxious black donkey under the eaves. He sent a message and asked: "How many thieves are here?"
If one or two ordinary thieves came, with the skill of a donkey, they would not come to wake them up, they would just knock them out with their hooves, and then pile them neatly outside the courtyard gate to wait for the day.
The donkey sent a message: "You are finally awake. As a practitioner, you are too alert."
After complaining for a while, it gets down to business.
"Three thieves came. They climbed over the northwest courtyard wall. One of them looked very powerful. I happened to bump into them at the corner as they climbed over the wall and quickly slipped over. Maybe they thought I was a donkey and didn't chase me."
Just as he was talking, a fire light came on, and the thief arrogantly set fire to a thatched hut in the northwest corner.
Zhang Wenfeng understood the meaning as soon as his mind turned. He didn't ask for more details. The danger was like fire and water. He sent a message to the donkey: "Act according to the opportunity, don't stay too far away, and be ready to rush out from the darkness at any time to cooperate with me in killing the thief."
He didn't know where the thief came from. If he could be said to be very powerful by a donkey, he could only be a monk?
Suddenly I was shocked, it couldn't be the gang leader Luan Tingsan whose portrait had slipped through the net, right?
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
This is the only thief monk he knows, so how could he find him?
Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. If you want to take revenge, you should go to the city and find the obvious rightful owners like Dean Wu and others.
A figure rushed out from the thatched hut in the direction of the backyard door, followed by the old lame man shouting: "Get up quickly, we are running into water."
The lame man was in his fifties and was prone to drowsiness. It was almost five o'clock in the morning, so he had a good sleep. Suddenly, he was surprised to see a light dazzling from the window, and then he realized that there was a fire.
After roaring, he hurriedly opened the door to the backyard and limped to the kitchen. To put out the fire, he had to use tools to hold water.
Zhang Wenfeng's figure flashed past, and he ran towards the courtyard gate, calling through the voice: "Uncle Lame, the copycat has been robbed. Don't get separated. There are three thieves, one of them is a monk."
When I was in the Daolu Branch, I heard that Luan Tingsan had reached the middle stage of Huaqi Realm and ranked third among the Four Ultimate Skills of Black Abyss.
He didn't ask specifically about his specific expertise and methods. Who would have expected this?
He had already assumed that it was Luan Tingsan, the leader of the bandit, who came.
His swordsmanship has improved a lot, and he is not afraid of facing the thief cultivator. However, there are three people on the other side. He concentrates on dealing with the thief cultivator and cannot distract him. He must let Uncle Lame and his second senior brother help contain the other two for a while.
Coupled with the black donkey hiding in the dark, they have a great chance of winning.
Just as he was talking, the second senior brother rushed out of the door in his middle coat and shouted: "It's gone, it's gone..."
Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly sent a message to inform him. Cripple and his second senior brother were shocked and hurriedly went back to the room, put on their clothes neatly, and came out grabbing their weapons.
Based on Lame's experience in the martial arts world, he immediately guessed that the thieves had sinister intentions. He first came in and set fire to the house, and then while they were carrying the tools to put out the fire, he jumped out of the darkness and attacked from behind. It was so insidious.
Especially there is a monk who is a fairy figure among them.