The young monk watched the black-robed monk and the donkey that could fly in the air enter the cave halfway up the opposite mountain, with no intention of stopping and talking to him.
He silently glanced at the sunset on the horizon and returned to his residence to continue meditating.
No matter how well you hide some things, your pure and pure temperament will be revealed inadvertently.
Apart from Great Liang, the monks who can reach this point belong to the nearest Da'an Dynasty.
Therefore, it is not difficult to guess the identity of the other party's Taoist priest.
It was a cold spring night and shrouded in twilight. Except for the occasional roar of beasts and the chirping of birds, the surroundings seemed vast and quiet.
The donkey ran out of fodder and drank a bowl of wine. It couldn't rest, so it walked out of the cave and went to the sky to catch the wind. In its words, it was a lookout. It was pretty good at it now and was no longer afraid of encountering wild ghosts.
After turning around for a while, I saw the bald man walking out of the cave on the opposite side of the mountain and flying to the southwest without making a sound.
The donkey watched the figure disappear into the night. It landed and said to the viewer who was reading under the candlelight: "That monk left sneakily. He clearly saw me and pretended not to see me. It was late at night, maybe.
Want to do something bad?"
Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on the wheat straw futon and put down the scripture in his hand.
Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er sat quietly on the edge of the exquisite wooden table brought out by the viewer, leaning against each other without speaking.
"Perhaps I have something to do. Lu Zijin, please take care of yourself tonight and pay more attention to what's going on around you. In the wild, if others don't mess with us, we won't care about other people's business."
"Understood, I will keep a close eye on you. Not even a mouse can get close to you."
The donkey walked out and muttered: "It's strange. Why does the storyteller in the town call the monk 'bald donkey' when he tells the story to the old lame man? Donkey, I have a lot of hair on my head."
Now, not bald at all?"
"Invincibility starts with sacrificing the ancestor"
It was puzzling. It had never thought of this before, but this time it was confused by the scene.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the guy's back, what kind of nonsense stories did he hear? He looked away, smiled at the two sisters Lu Xiner and Lu Chan'er: "You can use your method to make some small decorations when you go out at night.
Let’s be careful.”
He will not let down his guard just because his abilities have improved.
Danger in the wild often comes just as it is said, and there is no reason to explain it.
The strange monk suddenly went out in the dark, which itself revealed something unnatural and strange.
Lu Xin'er shook her wrist, and there were two almost invisible pale green silk threads on it. She smiled softly and softly: "Don't worry, viewer, we have set up 'eyes and ears'. If there is any trouble on the nearby mountain, we will all know it."
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Green Chan'er also raised her hand. They are good at controlling plants and can also control many small flying insects. They are all their secret whistles.
"It's so good, you can sit back and relax."
Zhang Wenfeng picked up the scroll again and read the words on it carefully.
Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er discussed for a while, then they flew down to the door, took out a few tiny seeds from the small green tree bags around their waists, and scattered a few in the corner and outside the door.
Several pieces of dark green moss appeared on the ground and slowly spread.
The two green weavers held green staffs in their hands and danced for a while. The moss outside and inside the grotto became a large area. After a while, the entire grotto was filled with wood, making it feel fresh and comfortable.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled knowingly, read the book for about an hour, got up and moved around for a while, burned incense and did evening classes for half an hour, then sat down to meditate and adjust his breath.
There was a temporary wood energy cultivation place arranged by Xiao Jingmei, and he quickly immersed himself in it, leaving only a trace of his consciousness to maintain due vigilance.
It's so quiet and quiet, I don't know where I am, it's mysterious and indescribable.
Suddenly, a thin voice came to my ears: "Master, master, wake up, there are bad guys who followed the scent we left and touched the top of a nearby mountain."
The two little fairies were huddled under his shoulders and collar, shivering.
Zhang Wenfeng sent a message to comfort him: "Relax, I won't hurt you."
Lu Xin'er felt a little at ease and said through a message: "Master, don't let them escape. Two shadow-catching spirits are here."
She also didn't understand why there were so many shadow-catching spirits in this place.
The outside world is too scary.
Unless they can advance to the third level, facing natural enemies of the same level, they will have almost no power to fight back and will only be eaten obediently.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't speak anymore, and he didn't release his spiritual consciousness, so as not to alert the snake. The practice in the spiritual world has always been "helping relatives but not helping others". When the shadow-catching spirit comes, it will be killed.
The donkey, who was watching the wind in the air outside, failed to detect the shadow-catching spirit who was good at changing colors and concealing himself.
This is fine, it forms a perfect ready-made trap.
After waiting for about another stick of incense, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly raised his hand and said "Peng". The shadow-catching spirit Mei Mei who sneaked into the cave slammed into the stone wall and turned into a pool of flesh and blood. A golden light flew past.
He came out and chased the other escaping shadow-catching spirit charm away in an instant.
"Bang", the flying sword hit a big tree that had sprouted and sprouted young leaves, and smashed the tree into pieces of sawdust that filled the sky.
The donkey slithering up the hill was startled, and then it reacted and became furious.
"There is a shadow-catching spirit that is good at hiding its figure. It followed the roots of the trees and escaped into the rocks."
Zhang Wenfeng explained calmly.
He controlled the flying sword to hover in the air without leaving the cave.
The donkey said angrily: "Leave it to me, I can already smell its scent, and it can't run away. What a fat man, you don't take Mr. Donkey seriously, you want to sneak up on it, and you don't pull out its skin!"
It's just a bit embarrassing.
How can two little things whose cultivation levels are not as high as it's allowed to enter the cave where the master rests can live up to the big words it said?
It kicked its hoof hard on the hillside ground, and strands of silver lightning penetrated into the ground, making a small "chichi" sound. The donkey was furious, trying to force out the little thing that had escaped into the ground.
It did not hesitate to consume the thunder and lightning in its body, and trampled and ran around the hillside.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at it for a moment with his spiritual consciousness. There was no unnecessary expression on his face. He said to the little Jingmei who had calmed down on his shoulder: "I killed one shadow-catching Jingmei, and Lu Zijin is chasing the other one."
With a wave of his hand, the strong wind picked up the pool of flesh and blood on the wall and threw it out the door, burning with pale green flames.
Lu Xin'er hugged her sister, covering her head and not daring to come out. She whispered, "Thank you so much, Master, for your help."
Suddenly there was a burst of thunder outside, followed by the unpleasant sound of a donkey pulling a saw, which echoed far and wide along the valley.
"Haha, you are not qualified enough to fight Mr. Donkey? Did you hit the iron plate?"
The donkey stepped on a small burnt thing with his hooves, feeling very satisfied.
Zhang Wenfeng closed his eyes and continued to meditate.
At dawn, there is mist and morning light.
The donkey standing on the top of the mountain saw a black shadow flying from the southwest with a shiny head. It was a young monk who went out in the dark at night. However, the monk's gray robe was stained with blood and his complexion was not very good.
The monk nodded to the donkey, who was overlooking it from a high position, as a greeting, and then returned to the cave halfway up the mountain.
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