After chatting about business, the monk stopped to meet Xin Yue and Mo Qingyu who were following him, exchanged greetings, and declined the invitation to stay in Guiziling for a few days. He was approachable but refused to be distant and distant from others thousands of miles away.
Xin Yue followed Yuan Xiao's request and apologized sincerely for the four demons' offense.
The monk's troubles earned her a lot of unspeakable benefits, because everyone knew that the monk was her friend.
After a delay, the two men, a donkey and the three hidden little spirits continued their journey, walking in the deserted Huanye wasteland, towards Shizhu County.
Mo Qingyu watched the group disappear into the distance and extended an invitation to Xin Yue: "Do you, Taoist friend Xin Yue, have some free time to sit down at Guizailing? Our two families are close neighbors and we will spend a lot of time together in the future. We move around a lot and there is a certain connection between us."
Help."
"Originally, I thought that I would wait until the clan affairs were settled before posting to visit Fellow Daoist Mo. It would be better to meet by chance than to invite you, so today I will bother you, Fellow Daoist Mo, please!"
"Fellow Taoist Xinyue, please!"
The two women exchanged a few polite words and flew toward the northwest.
Zhang Wenfeng sent a summons to Protector Xie of Zhoucheng, briefly describing the events such as Monk Fayuan of Tianshan Temple’s trip to Nanjiang Prefecture, the conflict with four monsters in Huanye Wasteland and the Broken Moon Demon Forest, and how he almost killed Cang Lan, etc.
Along with their next itinerary, let them know.
This is what it should be, and the preparations on the surface are in the book, so that unnecessary trouble can be avoided during subsequent travels.
Even if he didn't take the initiative to summon him, Mo Qingyu would still report what happened today.
He didn't hide it from the monk, and specifically asked the monk if he wanted to visit the city and he would be his guide.
The monk shook his head and refused, saying that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would travel to the mountains and rivers of the Da'an Dynasty. He would invite Taoist Zhang to accompany him. This time, he would be in the mood to entertain the officials and attend events.
Then they walked in silence all the way. The monk took long strides, his sleeves were wide to catch the wind, his feet did not touch the ground, and his eyes were confused and thoughtful.
It seems that he is drifting away from the world, turning a blind eye to the surrounding scenery.
Zhang Wenfeng always paid attention to the monk's condition and gave up after seeing that the monk would not cause trouble again.
The donkey was lagging far behind. From time to time it brayed, causing wild animals of all sizes in the grass and woods to run away in panic. The three little fairies occasionally flew out of the tree house to have some fun, and most of the time they played the tree harp.
happy.
The soothing music is calm and peaceful, and the abrupt roar of the donkey is offset.
Cross mountains when encountering, tread water when encountering.
Walking at sunrise and sleeping outdoors at sunset.
Along the way, they visited two large wastelands. On the morning of the fourth day, the group arrived at Baihu Ridge in Xiahe County.
Protector Xie had already replied to the message, informing him of the identity of Monk Fayuan, and had already helped him with the report to Chongzhou, so just go ahead. He also implicitly hinted that Zhang Guanzhu should try to make friends with Fayuan, and if they need to come forward, just give him a summons.
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Monk Fayuan came as a private person, so Guanzhu Zhang contacted him as a friend.
It was already early summer, and the Baihuling area had lush green grass in the southwest and even the west, while the other directions were bare and lacked vitality. The contrast was obvious.
"This place... is interesting!"
The monk flew with Guanzhu Zhang in the air, overlooking the strange scene below, with a searching look in his eyes. He circled and checked carefully, followed Guanzhu Zhang to the grass on the west hillside, sniffed and said:
"There are spirits from heaven and earth spreading their energy here. What a good guy, what a spirit. He has single-handedly brought back the dead seven or eight miles away. His merits are immeasurable! This broken mountain is not simple. Look at the dry streams and valleys, and the direction of the rocks. There used to be
The mountain god arranged a situation where green water turns into green mountains.
That’s not right, it’s not a mountain god, it’s a predicament set up by the Land God. It’s a pity that the Land God took away the vitality of this place, and he died and returned to the earth to atone for his sins. The monks have never seen the living gods from hundreds of years ago.
The spirit of the mountains and rivers is a little bit sedimented, and it doesn’t have that flavor.”
What the monk said on the road in the past few days was more than what he said in one breath.
There was a sparkle in his eyes, and he moved the two fingers of his left hand in the air, speaking casually, describing several major events that happened here as if he had witnessed them with his own eyes.
Zhang Wenfeng walked to the place where Yu Baiwan, the elm spirit, used to spread his energy. There were several small elm saplings two or three feet high growing on the hillside, a little higher than the grass. The young leaves were gently swaying in the mountain wind.
Squatting down, he stretched out his hand and stroked the leaf of the nearest small elm tree. The sapling was competing with the grass for sunlight, rain and dew. It was full of vitality and did not require extra care from him. He still gave it a trace of wood energy to nourish it.
Select and tell the twists and turns of Tu Tu Gong Weiyan and Yu Wanwan to interested monks.
Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset turns red several times.
The demon spirits that have lived for more than a thousand years and the gods that have lived for hundreds of years, each with their own way of living, choose to return to heaven and earth. It is a kind of helplessness and a kind of understanding.
The monk was silent for a moment and said to the three little spirits flying in the air: "This is a good place. The dead land can be resurrected, the dead trees can spring again, and the broken trees can be revived. You can consider it."
Lu Xiner blinked her eyes, she couldn't see the mystery of this place.
So far, this place was far from meeting their needs, with little energy and thin wood, but the monk's serious words made her a little tempted.
The monk smiled and said: "Don't be in a hurry. Take another look and make more comparisons. This place will be very different in ten years. You have to start early, otherwise the good place will not be your turn."
He knows a lot of things, and he uses the "law of cause and effect" to do some calculations, which is a sign of prosperity.
The fate of listening to music and dancing along the way makes it worthy of him to look at the little charmers. Whether they listen or not is up to chance.
"I understand, thank you Master for your guidance."
Lu Xiner saluted in the air.
She kept the monk's advice in mind. This place was not too far from the Fairy Spirit Temple. From a safety perspective, it was indeed a good choice. Ten years would be enough time, so she decided to spend three years observing and comparing.
With Zhang Guanzhu coming forward, the officials of the Da'an Dynasty welcomed their surrender and had already made a promise.
It will not exceed fifty miles of wasteland and will not interfere with other sects. You can choose your own territory.
The Da'an Dynasty will give courtesy to the Caomuling clan, issue identity cards, etc.
Of course, if the place they choose is too good, there will definitely be more twists and turns, and they may even not be able to successfully acquire the site.
The monk walked to the small elm tree that Taoist Zhang had touched just now, held a rosary in his hand, and silently recited a passage of scripture. He returned to the state of silent fugue, stepped onto Baihu Ridge, and walked around aimlessly.
When it was getting dark, the monk opened a cave suitable for shelter on the southwestern hillside, at the junction of the restored vitality and the desolation. He said hello to Taoist Zhang: "Please allow me to stay in seclusion for a few days." It is best to go slowly when going up the mountain to view the scenery.
I feel a sense of resurrection, please ask Taoist Zhang to take care of me for a while."
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Sitting cross-legged on the rough gravel ground, he was like an old monk in meditation, with his eyes closed and his breath gone.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at it for a while, then looked at the sky. He arranged eight formation flags on the nearby mountain wall to guard the monk in order to prevent birds and small animals from accidentally flying into the cave and disturbing the monk's retreat.
Say a few words to the donkey and the three little fairies who are playing happily on the mountain.
He opened a simple cave near the west side, next to the monks, spread out a straw futon and meditated, silently observing the difference between life and death here, hoping to gain some insights.
Time passed day by day, and the monk suddenly went into retreat this time, which greatly exceeded Zhang Wenfeng's expectations.
More than forty days have passed, and the monk still shows no sign of leaving seclusion.
The deadline for rushing to Chongzhou to open the Bishuitan Blessed Land within two months was approaching in less than ten days.
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