Zhang Kedao heard five faint bangs coming from the direction of the town in the distance.
He was not in a hurry to return the sun, to stop his soul's desire for the "host body", and to confirm that no other ghosts existed. He took advantage of some time to fly above and silently recited "Tianzun Xuanlingbao of Taishang Cave: Save Suffering and Escape Sin"
"Wonderful Sutra".
To save the dead and let the souls rest in peace can be regarded as respect for the "host" and a simple handover ceremony.
Those who can return Yang are the lucky ones who have not yet exhausted their Yang life and can escape from the underworld.
Not all wandering souls and ghosts can take over corpses and return to the world. Nothing is so cheap in the world.
Zhang Kedao recited the "Supreme Suffering Sutra" once, and blessed himself with the Qingxin Jue, and then his soul penetrated into the body like a light mist.
He continued to chant the scriptures silently, and could feel that his soul was integrating into the host body, accepting all kinds of chaotic memories. The distorted expression on the face of the host body gradually became peaceful, and the curled up body relaxed and lay flat.
After forcing his soul to settle down, Zhang Kedao did not dare to sleep at the critical moment as he was overcome by fatigue and drowsiness like a tide.
There will be a long time to sleep in the future, he must overcome his inertia.
He chanted the sutra over and over again, trying his best to perfectly integrate his soul into his body.
As an amateur Taoist priest, he knows far more knowledge about returning Yang than ordinary people. Using scriptures to cleanse oneself and the remaining breath of the host body is the most common and basic method of returning Yang to fuse. Of course, no matter how advanced he is, he cannot do it.
After working hard until the sun shone slantly into the room from the small window of the thatched cottage, and the whole room was bright, Zhang Kedao was done, turned over, covered himself with a thin cloth quilt with two patches, and fell into a deep sleep. He was really too tired.
The lights and shadows shift in dazzling colors, and the hut becomes dark again.
It was a good sleep, until in the afternoon, Zhang Kedao was woken up by a high-pitched and unpleasant continuous braying like a saw coming from the livestock shed behind him.
The sound insulation effect of a thatched house is slightly better than that of a barn with transparency on all sides.
The hungry Zhang Kedao got up, looked at the coarse cloth patched at the elbow, and then looked at the old gray cloth Taoist robes stacked on the wooden stool beside the bed. He basically accepted the memory of the host body... and various other things.
Knowledge skills.
He attributed this to the blessings he received from reciting scriptures and performing the ceremony perfectly.
What surprised him was not the identity of the Taoist priest named "Zhang Wenfeng", but that there were real immortal cultivators, demons, demons, ghosts, evil spirits and other mysterious creatures in this world, so he was able to put his mind at ease when he saw a huge palm in front of him.
Shadow, a strange thing that appears out of thin air.
He broke into a legendary world of cultivating immortals.
What was even more surprising was that he discovered that the body he merged with had cultivation base, Taoism and martial arts.
"Ah!"
Zhang Kedao shook his head and smiled. Is this considered to be the end of all his hardships? Will he survive the catastrophe and be blessed with future blessings?
It's a real death, he thought while enjoying the pain.
It was a simple, clean and tidy mud brick hut. There was a rough-made wooden table near the window, with two hand-written scriptures on it. A silver-sheathed sword hung on the wall, and an unpainted original wooden door.
Leads to the small utility room next door.
According to his memory, he found a set of clean and neatly stacked clothes and shoes from the old wooden cabinet in the room. Zhang Kedao took them off and changed them from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside. Although they were also washed and turned white.
Old cloth clothes, I feel uncomfortable wearing them.
When the work is done later, the clothes and shoes that have been changed will be burned and considered as an end.
In the evening, perform rituals for the souls of the deceased and burn some paper money, ingots, etc. There are many such items in the Taoist temple.
Pulling up his hair into a bun, inserting a wooden hairpin in it, tidying up his old Taoist robes, Zhang Kedao opened the door bolt, crossed the threshold and walked out of the hut, ignoring the donkey that was still barking for food.
Go out from the side door of the courtyard wall along the green brick passage, go into the kitchen, uncover the wooden boards of the water tank, scoop water into the wooden basin with a gourd, and wash your hands and face carefully.
He was still unfamiliar with this body, so he gradually became familiar with it by doing some trivial things in daily life, and wiped the water stains on his hands with an old blue towel on the wooden stand.
Pass through the wheat drying field, go up the stone steps, and walk to the main entrance of the Taoist temple.
On the plaque with a gold border on a black background, there are three large golden characters engraved from right to left: Xianlingguan.
The two small characters "Xuanmu" in ancient seal script are arranged vertically at the title.
The surrounding environment of the Taoist temple is quiet and solemn, surrounded by ancient trees and orderly. The wind blows the branches and leaves like waves, and the yellow leaves fall, adding a touch of autumn color.
The ground in front of the temple is elevated and paved to form a green brick square. A two-person tall three-story tower-shaped bronze prayer incense burner stands majestically in the square. The patina washed away by rain reflects the accumulation of history.
The underside of the eaves and the edge of the green brick square are surrounded by stone pillars carved with animals. Only the Taoist temple plaque and the carved beams and painted columns have some mottled and peeling paint on the doors and windows, indicating that the Taoist temple has lived a relatively tight life.
Zhang Kedao accepted everything in the body, and it was no problem to recognize and listen to the language here.
He took out a bunch of long and short brass keys from his waist, selected one of the two-tooth keys that was rubbed brightly, and tinkered with the brass ring keyhole in the middle of the door for a while.
The light and elegant scent of incense rushed out from the temple and filled his nose. Zhang Kedao collected the copper key, arranged his old Taoist robe and hair again, looked serious, lifted up his hem and stepped over the high copper-clad threshold.
Take out nine sticks of incense sticks from the side table and light them with the ever-burning lamp.
Holding the incense in both hands, clasping the upper part of the chest, he bowed three times to the three statues of Taoist ancestors enshrined in the small Sanqing Hall. He muttered some words and inserted the burning incense stick into the small incense burner in the hall.
Then offer incense to the colorful statues of the two founders of the temple sitting in the curtain gallery on the left, and below are the neatly arranged tablets of deceased temple leaders of various generations.
Use a small copper pot to fill the three everlasting lamps with clear oil, take out the small brass scissors from the drawer of the altar table, trim the wicks and turn on the light.
Then he took out a dry rag and wiped the fence, desk, table, incense burner, copper candlestick, lampshade, door and other objects. Each time he did something, there was a corresponding memory for him to become familiar with. Then he used another large piece of rag to slightly wet it to clean the hall.
On the blue brick floor, wash the rag with clean water and dry it on the rope on the side of the Taoist temple.
After washing his hands, Zhang Kedao returned to the main hall, knelt down on a thick wheat straw futon in the middle, straightened his body and chanted the Sutra. Although he was the only one chanting the Sutra, he was still meticulous.
He used Bu Xu rhyme to start the tune, with a cadence, neither speed nor slowness, and even if he took breaths in the middle, there was no obvious pause.
In the solemn hall, incense and mist lingered, and the sound of chanting sutras rose and fell like the tide.
Finally, with the sound of "ding", his first lesson in this world was completed.
He stood up and bowed three times to the Sanqingcai statue.
Smelling the scent of incense filling the room, I felt that my whole body was clear and the spiritual platform was clear and bright.
From then on, he was a formal Taoist priest who advocated hearing the news in Xianling Guan Guan and had ultimatums as his basis. Zhang Kedao in his previous life could only live deep in his heart and was not known to outsiders.
(In the following, Zhang Wenfeng is used as the protagonist’s name, and the hours and dimensions are all measured in ancient units)
Stepping out of the Sanqing Hall and descending the bluestone steps, Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the round granite sundial under the sun on his left. The light and shadow pointed at six o'clock in the afternoon. It was two-thirty in the afternoon. Although he was hungry, he had a look on his face that he would survive the disaster.
He was so indifferent and could only keep his guilt towards his parents in his previous life buried deep in his heart.