I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 183 There is nothing to repay, so I donate a sum of immortal arts

In the bamboo hut, the Taoist sat cross-legged, staring at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, and asked:

"What does Mistress Sanhua think of this place?"

"Meow?"

"What does Mistress Sanhua think of this place?"

"It's so cool."

"Yes."

"It's like being in a mouse hole."

"What else?" The Taoist turned to her and asked, "Any other feelings?"

"It's never dark here."

"Yes."

"We should have put the horses here."

"good idea."

"correct!"

The world in this painting is both real and false.

The Taoist continued to sit here, thinking and feeling, and after a long time, he drew the heavy black curtains, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep peacefully.

There is a faint feeling of being watched.

I fell asleep until I woke up naturally, feeling a little dazed.

After waking up, I went out for a stroll with Master Dou, talking about the world in the painting, and laying out the paper after returning, talking about painting techniques, how the aura was born, the taboos passed down from generation to generation by the Dou family and the deep meaning in it.

After several days, it has benefited a lot.

Song You finally said goodbye to him.

Master Dou was very surprised and wanted to keep him for a few more days.

"It's been more than ten days since I came down here, and the harvest is enough. It's useless to stay longer. It's better to go back and digest it carefully, and come back next time." The Taoist said, looking back at the mountain behind him, "I just heard that the mountain There is also a Taoist temple, let’s go down and pay a visit, then it’s time to go out.”

"Since the immortal master has made up his mind, it is inconvenient for Dou to stay for a long time. If the immortal master comes in again next time, he must come to find Dou."

"it is good."

The Taoist agreed to come down and salute with him.

Turning around, he glanced at the towering mountain behind him, lowered his head to look at the three-flowered cat beside him, and then went up the mountain.

……

There is only one way up the mountain, and it takes an hour to walk.

The Taoist temple on the mountain is not big, just a few houses, and there are several Taoist priests in it, the oldest one is in his seventies and eighties.

According to Master Dou, this old Taoist priest only entered the painting decades ago.At that time, life was difficult and helpless, and there was a natural disaster, so I couldn't live outside. When I arrived here, I slowly built the first Taoist temple in the painting on the mountainside, and since then there has been a Taoist temple in the painting.

It is also the only Taoist temple in the world in the painting.

After Song You came with the three-flowered cat, several Taoist priests in the audience were very surprised. After hearing that he came from outside, they were even more surprised and gathered to chat with him.

Back then, the old temple master was a young Taoist priest who almost died of starvation. He came here by accident and did not bring any Taoist scriptures with him, and his own knowledge of Taoist scriptures was very limited. However, there are hardly any serious and systematic Taoist classics handed down.

Not to mention spells.

Even the Taoist priests outside, more than nine out of ten will not be able to do it.

At present, the middle-aged Taoist priests are almost all apprentices accepted by the old Taoist master after he established the Taoist temple.

Although the place is harmonious and peaceful, there are also people who like to be clean, or are moved by the thoughts of the old temple master, so they go up the mountain and become new Taoist priests to inherit the mantle.

While chatting, the old temple master was also startled, and walked out tremblingly.

Song You looked back, and saw that his beard and hair were pale, and his whole body was emaciated. Although he could barely walk, he had to have an apprentice by his side, ready to help him at any time. It couldn't be more appropriate to use it on this old Taoist priest.

Song You didn't dare to sit still, so he quickly got up and saluted.

"Walking in the Lower Song Dynasty, I met the temple master."

"Poverty Daoist Yuan Mingzi, I met a fellow Taoist..."

"My lord, please sit down quickly."

A middle-aged Taoist gave up his seat, and the old Taoist sat down slowly, and looked at the young Taoist: "Young fellow Taoist, did you come from outside?"

"Exactly."

The old Taoist tried his best to recognize his appearance, as if his eyes could no longer see clearly, and his speech was also a little unclear, but he still asked, "What year is it outside?"

"Mingde four years, June."

"Is Dayan still here?"

"Still."

"How long has fellow Daoist been here?"

"About..." Song You didn't know how to describe it for a while, but he also said, "It's been about ten days."

"How have you been these ten days?"

"The villagers at the foot of the mountain are very hospitable. They all treat me with good wine and good food. Except that there is no day and night here, I am not used to it. Everything else is fine." Song You replied honestly.

"Hehehe..."

The old Taoist laughed immediately: "It's not dark here. I'm not used to it when I first came here. It takes a long time to get used to it. If you can't get used to it, it will be very painful..."

"Yes."

"The people at the bottom of the mountain are very happy every time they hear outsiders come. It was the same when Pindao first came here. Thanks to them..."

"Yes."

The Taoist was still moved and grateful when he thought of the enthusiasm and hospitality of the villagers in those few days.

"Where is fellow daoist from?"

"People from Yizhou."

"what?"

"People from Yizhou."

Song You moved closer to him and turned up the volume.

"Yizhou?"

"Master Dao has heard of it?"

"I've heard it, but I haven't been there." The old Taoist waved at him as he spoke, as if he was afraid that he could not hear clearly, and wanted to use hand gestures to help explain, then paused for a while, as if digging deep into the memory in his mind, and then moved closer He whispered in his ear, "Pindao was originally from Jingzhou."

"Jingzhou people?"

"Ah... people from Jingzhou..."

"I have also been to Jingzhou."

"what?"

The old Taoist was not only slurred, but also had bad ears, so it was very difficult to talk to him.

Fortunately, Song You was very patient.

Even the Sanhuamao who was squatting next to him at this time seemed to be very patient, sitting upright, facing them, when Song You spoke, he looked at Song You, and when the audience spoke, he looked at the audience. The length is also amazing.

"In the past, the peasants had no land to grow, and everyone couldn't eat enough to eat, and there were natural disasters, and many people were starved to death on the side of the road. That's when Pindao came here." The old temple master tried hard to say to him, "Do you know Do you know there is a place in Jingzhou called Zhenshan?"

"know."

"Pindao used to practice at the foot of the real mountain."

"I heard that a lot of people came from there once before."

"That's the time..."

"I have also been to Zhenshan before."

"Peaches are produced there. There are a lot of peaches. They are delicious. I don't know if there are any more..."

"It was late autumn when I went down, there were no peaches, and I didn't go to the real mountain, but to the other side." The Taoist replied truthfully, "It's a pity that I didn't see it, and I can't tell the temple master."

"Unfortunately..."

"Yes."

"Pindao still remembers that when he was young, he often went to the mountains to pick peaches and eat them. They were really sweet. When the new year was good, you didn't have to buy them or steal them. If you pass by and say something nice, they will let you pick them." Lao Guan The Lord shook his head again and again, his voice dragged on for a long time, his face was full of nostalgia for his homeland, "It's a pity, everything here is good, but there are no peaches."

"When I was at the foot of the mountain, there were also people who came from Jingzhou decades ago, and they also said that they missed it very much." Song You said, "Probably everyone came here like this when they were children."

"Who doesn't miss it?"

The old temple master paused as he spoke, then turned his head towards him, and babbled, telling him how many, sweet and juicy peaches were produced every summer in the peach blossom mountain at the foot of Jingzhou Zhenshan, which was tens of miles away.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, his face was flushed, and he laughed a few times from time to time, showing his only two remaining teeth.

But after he finished speaking, it was like a feast ended, his expression lost, and he sighed and shook his head: "I knew, I should have brought some peaches in at that time, even if I brought in two peach pits..."

"Where did you expect it?"

"That's right..." the old temple master shook his head, "Pindao still remembers that it was the ninth year of Changyuan."

"There was a catastrophe in the ninth year of Changyuan."

"How long has it been outside?"

"In the ninth year of Changyuan..."

Song You paused, thought about the calculation, and then replied: "If the calculation is not wrong, it has been 55 years from now."

"At that time, Pindao 26..."

"Now it's 81."

"It's 81 years old."

The old temple master looked up at the sky, deeply moved.

"The Lord has a long life."

"What's a long life? If you don't fight, don't go hungry, don't get tired, as long as you can grow up, most people will live long."

The old temple master said helplessly and sighed, turned his head to look at the few apprentices around him, and said repeatedly: "Don't sit here, go get some food first, treat this fellow Taoist well, all go, all go... ..."

Several middle-aged Taoist priests left.

Some went to pick vegetables, some went to fetch meat and fish, some lit a fire to boil water, each was busy.

The old temple master then approached Song You, and asked again: "Did you come in because you met a man surnamed Dou?"

"Exactly."

"How did Fellow Daoist get in?"

"It's also destined."

"Of course it's fate to be able to come in..."

"How did the temple master come in?"

"How did the poor get in..."

The old temple master looked back at the mountain behind him, squinted his eyes again, and digging in the memory for a long time, he said with emotion: "We were so hungry at the time, we went around looking for ways to survive, and when we met a person, we were almost captured by others. After we rescued him, he followed us for a while, and suddenly one day, he told us that those who want to find a way to survive can follow him. We are still close to death, and many people believed it. Follow him if you believe in it. It was a night, I couldn’t see anything, I just followed him, walked and walked, and came here.”

"It's also destined."

"However, when we left, he told us not to tell anyone. In these years, the poor Taoist has never told others." After the old temple master finished speaking, he told him, "Fellow Taoists, don't tell anyone. Lest the gods on the mountain find out and blame fellow Taoists."

"The fairy on the mountain?"

Song You glanced back at the top of the mountain and smiled.

"what!"

"Does the Lord know that there are gods on the mountain?"

"Yes, I have."

"What does it look like?"

"Hard to say……"

"Has the Master ever seen it with his own eyes?"

"Of course I have!"

The old temple master immediately widened his eyes and said: "The reason why the poor Taoist temple was built on this mountain is that when he was young, he went up the mountain to cut firewood. He saw this fairy once on the mountain, and there were two more times after that. Someone at the foot of the mountain forgot Abandoning the ancestral precepts left by our ancestors back then, being arrogant and domineering, bullying men and women, being struck to death by lightning, isn’t it also the gods on the mountain who did it? Besides, we can live in seclusion here, isn’t it also because of the gods’ manifestation?”

"That Dou..."

"I'm afraid it was transformed by a fairy!"

"I see."

Song You glanced up the mountain again.

The cat also turned to look up the mountain.

But I only saw the lush vegetation and the pink clouds illuminated by the setting sun behind me, and I didn't see any gods.

It seems that this painting has a soul.

When Song You looked away, the old temple master had already stood up tremblingly, and told him to go to the temple for dinner.

There was no reason to refuse, so Song You respectfully helped him up to the Taoist temple.Several Taoists in the audience killed chickens and took pickled fish and air-dried meat. Although there were only a few dishes, they were all in a big pot. A few pots of dishes filled most of the table, and they felt that each dish was enough. Several people ate it.

They ate and chatted again, and both sides enjoyed themselves.

After eating, Song You was about to leave.

The old temple master stood tremblingly, and asked him: "What is the future plan, fellow Taoist?"

"I want to go to the mountain for a turn, and I will go down after the turn."

"The poor Taoist said, what are your plans in the future? If you live at the foot of the mountain, where do you settle? If you have nowhere to go, you might as well live in the Taoist temple." When I was outside, the reason why I went to the mountain to become a Taoist priest was just to make a living, but when I came in, I was young and didn't learn any skills. It would be a good thing if a fellow Taoist could come."

"The master of the temple is kind and understanding, but I am actually just a fake Taoist priest who doesn't know much about Taoist scriptures."

Song You was moved and saluted sincerely.

Nodding at the waist, the thought came up again.

So he raised his head and said to the old Guanzhu: "I don't know if there is ink in the Guanzhu?"

"Of course there are..."

"Is there paint?"

"There are a few."

"Can I borrow it?"

"Go get it!"

After a while, the pen, ink and paint came.

I saw the young Taoist took the pen and ink, went out of the Taoist temple, looked around, found the outermost white wall, drew with a brush, carefully outlined the trunk and branches, and painted the leaves.No one knew this tree, and the old temple master who was already old and dim couldn't see clearly. Even if the Taoists painted fruits under the branches, many middle-aged Taoists would not be able to recognize it.

It wasn't until the young Taoist painted bright red on the fruit, and the ink was smudged with the white wall, almost like real peaches, that the white-haired old temple master's expression became congealed.

There is an extra peach tree on the white wall.

The painting skills are not high, and the painting is not very good, but with all the effort, with the help of God, the painting has a bit of aura.

After the Taoist finished painting, he stared at it for a long time.

Then he blew against the wall.

"call……"

This painting is full of inspiration immediately.

There seemed to be a faint white smoke scattered, but it didn't seem to be there. Everyone only felt that there were some flowers in front of them. Some people blinked their eyes, some people stretched out their hands and rubbed them. Suddenly, the painting on the wall had changed and became more and more real. The branches and branches of the tree are still roughly the same, and the colors of the branches, leaves and fruits have changed significantly, becoming three-dimensional, with clear light and shadow.

In a blink of an eye, the painting seemed to be no longer on the white wall, but ran outside the white wall.

wrong!

Where is the painting running outside the white wall?

It was clearly a peach tree growing by the wall!
(End of this chapter)