In the early morning after snow, the mist is light, the coldness envelopes the sky and the earth, and the vast sky is dazzlingly white.
Hearing the creak of the door opening from the opposite side, Zhang Wenfeng stood up from the futon. After finishing his morning class, he put the ancient coins in his hands into his arms. After more than two hours of meditating and adjusting his breath, he noticed the longevity wood.
Jie Qian can slightly increase his conversion and absorption of spiritual energy.
Less than 10%, slightly more than half a percent.
For the benefits of a steady stream like this, don't overdo it too much. Accumulate a little and make a big difference, which is the real benefit to your practice.
It would not cause any bottleneck trouble that could not keep up with his mood, and he was very satisfied.
Walk a few steps, open the door and go out, take a breath of the clear and cold air, and say hello to Monk Fayuan who is viewing ice picks under the eaves opposite.
"The millet rice porridge and pan-fried taro cakes with sour taro charges from Mopan Town are so delicious. They are just the thing to eat at this time of year... just talking about them makes your mouth water."
Fa Yuan said with a smile and kept swallowing his saliva. He was not at all like an eminent monk. He said: "It's been a long time since I've eaten the fireworks of the world. Today, monk, I'm going to treat you. You'll be my companion. Let's have a great meal. Let's put it aside for now."
"That feeling is so good. Master, you made me drool when you said it. I must try it."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and walked along the corridor to the main room to the north.
For several years in the blessed land, he occasionally ate dry food, dried meats, dried fruits, drinks, etc. As time went by, the food was already finished. It was not that he needed to eat, but that he needed to experience and reminisce about the food so that he would not fall away.
The world is too far away.
The two met in front of the main room, and the monk opened the door and went in first.
Zhang Wenfeng quickly started adding charcoal to the stove and boiled water to make tea.
After a while, the warmth and smoke from the fireworks dispersed the cold air in the empty hall, and the copper kettle made a gurgling sound. The two people spread their hands to warm themselves over the fire like ordinary people, chatting about trivial things in the market.
The courtyard door creaked, and a chubby middle-aged man dressed as a shopkeeper walked in. He held a large bamboo food box in his right hand and closed the courtyard door with his backhand. There was a waiter guarding the door but did not come in.
The man smiled broadly and walked towards the main house through the thick white and bluish snow.
After going up the steps, the man raised his head and glanced at the monk's appearance, then glanced at the jade pendant hanging around the monk's waist. He smiled more and more politely. He had something in his hand and could only nod and bow in salute.
"Shopkeeper, please come in. It's so early in the morning. Please make a trip in person and deliver these special delicacies."
"It should, it should."
The fat shopkeeper walked into the room, placed a ceramic pot on the table, two stacks of fried golden taro pancakes, steaming with a strong aroma, and two plates of sour taro charges. He took out the bowls and put them quickly with a wooden spoon, and reached out to make a treat.
: "You two, please use it slowly!"
He took a few steps back and stood outside the main room to wait.
Fa Yuan smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, go and do your work. We won't be able to eat well standing here."
The fat shopkeeper smiled, put his hands together and saluted, turned around and left. It was a courtesy for him to stand outside and behave himself.
Zhang Wenfeng said: "Please, shopkeeper, please buy me a stick of incense. It can be used for doing my homework and doing rituals. I'll give you the money."
The incense sticks in his storage space have long been used up, so he can only do homework by chanting sutras. Now that conditions permit, of course he has to prepare them. He can't show up in public, so he can ask the inn to do it for him.
The fat shopkeeper took one look at Fa Yuan, agreed, went in and took a broken silver incense stick.
He had already heard the waiter whisper that the guest wearing a bamboo hat was a Taoist priest. Of course, there was no problem with the guest brought by the master. He had already strictly ordered the waiter to keep his mouth shut and not reveal it to anyone.
After the shopkeeper left, the two of them sat down to enjoy local specialties and had a full meal.
The two of them didn't go anywhere, they just stayed in the living room. After getting the incense sticks, Zhang Wenfeng went back to the room to meditate and adjust his breath.
After dark, Zhang Wenfeng walked back to the main room again.
The monk was reading a small piece of paper under the light and said: "Today, there are three waves of first- and second-level witch cultivators in the town, taking your portrait and asking questions in each shop. I heard that last night, the witch masters went out in force.
, deployed in Changqiao City, set up a strong formation on the long border, and even alerted the city in Chongzhou, fifty miles away, and strengthened the defense of experts there. "
Zhang Wenfeng sat down and said nothing. He already knew the monk's general plan.
Fayuan put the note into the storage space, tapped the table with his fingers, and said in deep thought: "We should set out at midnight today as planned last night, pick the mountains and turn to the southwest. You give me three blank talisman papers and leave one
Take a breath, I'll go out and make some arrangements, they are investigating too closely, and they have to mobilize a few experts in this area."
Zhang Wenfeng took out three low-level blank talisman papers and handed them to the monk who was temporarily supplementing the plan.
The monk took the talisman and put it away, gave some instructions, took out a straw hat and put it on. After going out, he disappeared into the night. With his cultivation skills, he would not disturb the few low-level witch cultivators guarding the town.
About an hour later, a monk who had changed into a white ordinary robe fell into the courtyard.
The two chatted for a while, then closed their eyes and rested in the main room.
The sound of a wooden clapper sounded at the third watch, and both of them opened their eyes at the same time. Fayuan made a gesture and gave instructions to the waiter outside. The two of them walked out of the door, flew into the air, and quietly headed towards the southwest mountains.
Ten miles later, the two fell to the ground and walked in the dark in the snow-covered mountain forest, leaving no trace behind them.
With the speed of the two of them, they had already reached 600 miles away in the morning. They found a hidden cave to rest. Fayuan arranged at the entrance of the cave and blocked it with snow so that no one could see anything unusual.
Traveling by day and night, Fa Yuan was familiar with the road, and made some occasional calculations, he was more than 2,000 miles away from Mopan Town in three days.
The journey was smooth, and we arrived at the remote mountainous area in the south. It was completely different from the cold weather in the north. The climate here was warm in winter, the trees were lush, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.
"Follow the Changqing River to the southeast for a hundred miles, and you will leave the Great Liang Dynasty area and enter the uninhabited Luobao Ridge Forest. The monk can only send you to the border. Please forgive me!"
It was dark and moonless, and the two of them were like a gentle breeze blowing through the green grass, not a single leaf touching them.
The river is flowing fast and the night insects are chirping.
"I feel so warmly received. I will be cautious in my next trip."
Zhang Wenfeng handed over his hand and conveyed the message that as long as he left the boundary of the Great Liang Dynasty, he would fly high in the sky and let the birds fly.
The monk occasionally received summons in the past few days and was able to know the general movements of the masters of the witch clan. The three blank talisman papers he arranged attracted a large number of witch cultivators to the northeastern border.
Being able to reach the southern border so easily and smoothly was a tribute to the monk's great efforts.
"The wise men of the Witch Clan have spread the net. Whether it is in the east, north or south, there are some arrangements. There is no bamboo hat to cover it. It is estimated that they will be able to detect your whereabouts soon. You must be quick and don't compete with the witch cultivators who intercepted in the early stage.
If there is too much entanglement, enter the territory of Da'an Dynasty as soon as possible."
The monk warned him that he could not give the bamboo hat to Guanzhu Zhang. Lending it to outsiders would violate the temple rules.
"clear……"
While walking quickly, the two of them suddenly looked to the left at the river more than ten feet away.
There was a short black figure lurking silently in the bushes and grass. It actually eluded the perception of the two masters and they were not noticed until they were at such a close distance.
The place they chose was remote and almost uninhabited, and based on their ability, they would not encounter people walking at night.
"Eternal God Emperor"
"It's a black witch puppet. Use your sword and destroy it!"
The monk saw what the breathless black shadow was and decisively transmitted the message so that he could not take action.
"Chirp", a golden light flashed in the night sky, killing the black figure who jumped up hastily into the river in an attempt to escape, cleanly and neatly.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head secretly. Even though he was less than a hundred miles away from the border, his whereabouts were still exposed in advance.
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