The strategy of conquering the national division begins with drawing Thangka

Chapter 29 Profound Way
The Taoist priest urged her: "Don't smudge, go quickly." After saying that, he picked up another formation stone, and without luck, he dropped the carving knife in his right hand.

Bai Zeqing pursed his lips, and tidied up simply, and followed the little novice down the mountain.

"Hello." The Taoist shouted suddenly.

"Here!" Bai Zeqing immediately turned around and looked at him eagerly.

"I didn't call you," the Taoist cast a disgusted look at her, then turned to the little monk and said, "Little monk, let Chan Master Cifa send someone to call the Xuanyu Division."

"Yes." The little monk responded quickly, and ran down the mountain as if to run away first—that Taoist priest, that look, that aura, why are they so frightening.

After Bai Zeqing punched, he followed the monks to the Zhaitang as usual, but was stopped by the rice head monk when he reached the door: "Little benefactor, Master Ci Master ordered you to go back to the Lay Monastery."

Bai Zeqing blinked, looked at the vegetarian food that he didn't like to eat very much on weekdays, touched his growling stomach, sighed, saluted the rice head monk, turned and walked to the layman's courtyard.

When stepping up the steps step by step, although her body was not tired, she always felt very tired for some reason—there was always an illusion that she would work for a lifetime without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

When she stepped on the steps and walked into the small courtyard, she suddenly became numb——

The Taoist priest was still sitting in front of the round stone table, just holding up a gourd to drink. On the table was a half-torn roast chicken, and the aroma filled the entire small courtyard.

The agreement not to eat or drink is only for her alone, right?

Seeing Bai Zeqing coming back, the Taoist priest pointed to the flower garden, and said, "Continue painting. If there is anything missing, write a list and let them deliver it."

It was only then that Bai Zeqing noticed that there was a small simple wooden frame next to the small round table, made of high-quality mahogany, on which were placed a set of carving knives of different sizes and extremely expensive Tianhuang stones on the market.

She felt bad and immediately turned her head to look at the flower garden.

Next to the simple easel she nailed with wooden strips, a well-made easel was newly placed beside the flower garden, and the material was also mahogany.

Next to the easel is a slightly larger wooden stand, still made of mahogany.

The wooden frame is full of paintbrushes and pigments needed for thangka - white clay, cinnabar, azurite, stone green, orpiment, and yellow dan are all available, and they are all ground.Even the gold powder has a small dish.

In short, she understood at a glance that this small thangka must be just the beginning.Ten more paintings are more than enough.

How shameless!Bai Zeqing was about to cry.

"Master!!!" Bai Zeqing lamented.

"how?"

"I'm hungry!"

"It's okay, I won't die of hunger, I will get used to it slowly."

"But it's hard." Bai Zeqing swallowed while looking at the roast chicken, and asked very deeply: "Master, is eating to live?"

"Good question." The Taoist raised his eyebrows and quickly tore off the last chicken leg, "Of course not."

Bai Zeqing watched the Taoist sip the wine and the meat, with tears dripping from the corners of his mouth, walked a few steps to the small round table, and reached out his hand to grope for the roast chicken.

Before the claws even got close, they were opened by the Taoist priest.

"Master, the donkey pulling the mill must also be given grass to eat!"

The Taoist gave her a white look: "You are just getting started, there are too many impurities in your body, you can drink water, but not eat."

Bai Zeqing suspected that the Taoist priest was teasing her!

The Taoist gnawed a mouthful of roast chicken, with a satisfied expression on his face, he said: "Of course, eating is not to live, but to eat. But you haven't reached this level yet. In other words, you are not worthy."

"..." Bai Zeqing gritted his teeth: Thank you!
……

For Taoist priests, three days are fleeting.

But for Bai Zeqing, these three days were extremely tormented.

A Taoist priest is carving a formation stone, and she is drawing a Thangka.

The Taoist and Chan Master Cifa are drinking tea and talking, and she is drawing thangka.

The Taoist is drinking and eating meat, and she is also painting thangka.

The Taoist priest is watching the sky, but she is still drawing Thangka.

Three days passed, and although my body didn't feel any discomfort except being hungry, my heart was really tired like never before.

In three days, the Taoist priest's front stone pocket was almost full, and her first draft of thangka was basically drawn and formed.

She knew that the Taoist priest was leaving again.

She also knew that the Taoist would still not take her.

There wasn't much parting sorrow, but Bai Zeqing was still depressed and a little blocked.

So early in the morning, she went to practice boxing for the first time without asking the little novice to call her, then made tea for the master, and went to the kitchen to make steamed buns, crispy balls, and Samo cakes.Same as last time.The third child is the same.

Bai Zeqing didn't know much dim sum. My aunt kept saying that cooking is the same as doing things. If you want to learn it, you have to learn everything well, and then learn the next one.

It's a pity that she only learned more than a dozen subjects with the combination of staple food and snacks, and she doesn't know if she will have the opportunity to learn from her aunt again.

She wrapped the snacks in oiled paper and put them on the master's stone table, then stared at the master putting the last formation stone into the bag, looking for something to say while feeling really distressed, and asked: " Master, do you have to use Tian Huangshi to carve the formation stone?" How expensive is the cost of practicing the formation?Don't you dare to touch it without a family?

"No." The Taoist's tone was light.

"Then why do you use this, Master?" Bai Zeqing was dumbfounded, and his heart ached even more.

How much is this pack of formation stones worth?She draws Thangka so softly!

"It feels good, and it's quick to carve." The Taoist said as a matter of course.

"Master, don't you feel bad about throwing this out? I can't change a formation stone even if I stay up for days and nights and draw a picture of Xiao Tang?"

"So draw Thangkas and buy formation stones."

"???"

This brain circuit!

Topic terminator!
However, the Taoist didn't feel that the topic was over, and reminded him solemnly: "By the way, the money for the formation stone wasted by your nonsense this time is not too much." He shook his finger, "3000 taels."

Bai Zeqing was dumbfounded: Did I beg you to come back?This person has such a great ability to grab it directly!

It is rare for the Taoist to calculate the number for her thoughtfully: "Add up, I owe me 9000 taels!" Then he patted her on the shoulder, pointed at Thangka and comforted: "It's not a lot, you have this skill, sooner or later you can Pay off."

"Master, I am already your apprentice!"

"Master and apprentice, settle accounts clearly. Understand?"

"..."

Bai Zeqing didn't want to talk anymore, and sat down in front of the easel beside the flower garden without saying a word.

Because I started with painting small thangkas, I didn't sleep for three days, and now I've reached the stage of painting gold.Bai Zeqing's new wolf hair was covered with the pre-ground gold powder, but he couldn't write for a while.

Gold painting is the most important thing, but at this moment, she is not sure and her hand is not steady, and she is afraid that she will ruin the thangka as soon as she writes.

A Taoist's voice sounded behind him: "Those who know the way of mysteries, get it from the inside, keep it from the outside, use it as a god, and forget it as a tool. This is the key word of the way of thinking and thinking." Note ①

The tone was casual and cold.Bai Zeqing was stunned when he heard that——

What's the meaning?I dont understand!Can you speak human language?

She put down her paintbrush and was about to get up when someone held her shoulders.

"I told you." The faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered on the tip of his nose, but the master's voice was still cold and clear. His thin and long fingers tapped on the front of the thangka, and said: "Recall carefully when you drew this thangka. The thoughts and process. Then close your eyes, listen to the rhyme, hold your tongue, and listen to your heart. Then enter the visualization."

　Note ①: Excerpted from "Baopuzi·Changxuan".

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