Taboo Master

Chapter 7 Ancient Paintings
This is an ancient painting that has turned yellow. I couldn't wait to untie the knot and open the scroll, only to see that it was just a picture of mountains, rivers and rivers.

This picture is very simple in ink, only a few strokes, but it outlines a lifelike picture.But I looked at it for a long time, but I didn't see what it meant. I was about to ask, but my grandfather suddenly said: "Don't look up, just concentrate on looking at it, you will understand something from this painting."

"Comprehension?" I wondered, "What is comprehension? This is just a picture. Is there any secret in it?"

Grandpa saw that I was in a daze, and didn't answer, just smiled, grabbed my hand, took a needle, shouted "don't move", and lightly pricked my finger with the needle.

After a slight tingling, a drop of blood oozed out from the fingertip. Grandpa grabbed my finger and pressed it on the picture without hesitation.

I'm not surprised, what is grandpa doing?The blood stains will stain the painting. I just thought of this. After the drop of blood dripped on the painting scroll, it slowly seeped into it. Immediately, there was an indescribable rush of blood between my finger and the painting. The wonderful feeling, as if I have some kind of connection with this picture scroll, came from the fingertips, like an electric shock, and there was a bang in the brain, and the foreground changed in an instant, and the sky was spinning, and I no longer knew where I was.
After being confused for a while, my consciousness returned to my mind. I opened my eyes and found that I was actually in the picture of mountains and rivers.My body is fluttering in the air, the breeze is blowing around me, on a sunny day, mountains and rivers like thick ink are slowly passing by my body, and there seem to be birds and animals running and playing in the distance. All this is very similar to what I saw just now To the landscape painting.

I have to say that I have been a little afraid of heights since I was a child. When this bizarre scene suddenly appeared, I suddenly felt dizzy, top-heavy, and my heart was beating wildly. I struggled wildly with my hands, but my center of gravity was unstable, and I fell from the air.
I suddenly panicked and felt my body tilted, and then there was a thud, and there was a sharp pain on my forehead, and all the illusions suddenly disappeared from my mind. There are no mountains and rivers in front of my eyes, but I hit the corner of the table just now.

Grandpa pulled me up, but his eyes couldn't hold back his joy, he nodded repeatedly and said: "Not bad, not bad, I didn't expect that you would be able to feel it when you saw this painting for the first time, which saved me a lot of trouble. Your practice will be much smoother.”

But I was completely puzzled, and asked suspiciously: "Grandpa, what's going on? I seem to see mountains, rivers, birds and animals. Could it be that they are all in this painting? Could it be that I entered the world in the painting just now?"

Grandpa said seriously: "This is the first hurdle to practice my Han family's heavenly book. This painting is a test."

"The Book of Heaven? A test?" I was puzzled, and Grandpa explained: "This painting is a rubbing copy. It is said that my ancestors of the Han family accidentally obtained a Book of Heaven and a scroll of pictures, and obtained the inheritance of the Forbidden Master from it." , passed down to today, the original has long disappeared, only this rubbing is handed down from generation to generation, if any descendant of the Han family can enter the world in this painting, then he can get the inheritance, otherwise, he can only live a mediocre life as a side descendant, In the past, I don’t know how many children of the Han family were blocked by this first hurdle. It took a whole month for this picture to realize the feeling of being there. It is not easy. I didn’t expect you to see it for the first time. It seems that there is hope for the revitalization of my Han family. Home is hopeful"

Seeing Grandpa's excited look, although I didn't quite understand it, I was also very happy, so I said, "Grandpa, if you say that, I can already practice cultivation?"

"No, it's not that simple. Entering the illusion in the painting is only the first step. When you can thoroughly comprehend the essence of the painting and understand the power of nature, you can proceed to the next step of practice. Otherwise, the foundation will be unstable. It will only hurt you." Grandpa shook his head and said, but his joy could still be felt in his words.

"Then what else should I do?"

"Look at the painting! From now on, you will carry this painting with you. When you are familiar with it and fully comprehend it, you will be considered as having practiced the foundation of the first level of cultivation."

I couldn't help being stunned: "No way, Grandpa, such a powerful Han family forbidden method, you can practice the first level of skills just by looking at the paintings?"

Grandpa was in a good mood, he laughed and said, "Of course not, just look at the paintings first, and I'll teach you how to write after a while."

"Writing? Grandpa, I can write. I'm 15 years old and I'm going to high school soon."

"Hehe, the words that grandpa taught you to write, I guarantee that you have never written them, or even seen them."

Grandpa narrowed his eyes and patted my head with pride in his tone.

Words that I have never written or seen?What the hell is that?I was curious in my heart, but I nodded with a vague understanding. I faintly felt that my fate seemed to be changing from this day on.

However, the inexplicably extra five years of my grandfather's life, and Mr. Ma's words before he died, are tied in my mind. The longer my grandfather's lifespan, the shorter my lifespan. Could it be that what my grandfather borrowed is not only Father's life, and mine?
If calculated in this way, wouldn't my life only have more than ten years left?

From childhood to adulthood, my grandfather is the supreme stalwart in my heart. I have never doubted what he said. I thought to myself, perhaps, my grandfather has his own difficulties. Some things, I will know sooner or later.

In the following days, I was forced to look at the picture scroll by my grandfather every day, and I never cared about other things. It was just strange that when I saw the picture scroll for the first time, that wonderful feeling did not appear again. Look, it's just an ordinary old painting.

So, apart from eating and sleeping, I just stared at that painting every day. I saw that my neck was stiff, my eyes were sore, and I was drowsy, but the painting still didn't change at all.

I also tried to imitate my grandfather, pricking my finger and dripping blood on it. The blood drop was the same as the first time. It dripped into the painting and penetrated in. In a short while, there was no trace, but that kind of Flying in the air, the feeling of being on the scene, still did not appear.

By the way, grandpa also told me that the two companions who went up the mountain with me that day had actually gone home long ago.They were in a daze and were sent out of the mountain. When they woke up, they couldn't find me. They couldn't help being afraid and ran back home. On the way, they happened to meet my grandfather who went up the mountain to look for me. All rushed up the mountain, relying on the instinct of the taboo master, rushed to the cave in time, and saved me.

As for the pouch I crushed that day, it was a ghost sealed by my grandfather, because my grandfather had kindness to it before, so he was willing to be sealed in the pouch, save me once, and he was willing to leave after repaying his kindness.And the reason why grandpa went up the mountain to look for me that day was because he got a report from it.

During the whole summer vacation, I was struggling with this picture scroll, and the disappearance of Mr. Ma became a big local news for a while, but after the two companions told their experiences, people felt even more weird and ran to After his residence, human bones were dug out underground in the house. Only then did he realize that Mr. Ma was not a good person, and he became more and more frightened, so he simply set fire to his house. Since then, no one has mentioned this mysterious bone refiner who refines bones and medicine .

And at the end of the summer vacation, I finally experienced the immersive feeling in the picture scroll again. Regarding this, my grandfather said that the reason why I could understand it easily for the first time was because I didn’t know the picture scroll. What is it, there is no distraction, no knots, but ever since I knew that the picture scroll is the treasure handed down by the Han family, and the first level of practicing the Han family's forbidden law, I have a knot in my heart, so it took an extra month. Re-enter the realm of the painting.

Unfortunately, at this time, I had to leave my grandfather and go to the town to go to high school. Before leaving, my grandfather packed my luggage, and took the picture scroll, the three big characters he wrote temporarily, and a letter, Stuffed together in my package.

"The most important thing about your task in high school is to fully realize the power in the picture scroll. Also, write these three characters well. When you can write these three characters in one go, you will be considered as the first It’s time to move on, the three years of high school have not been wasted, that letter, when you encounter difficulties in writing, take it out and have a look.”

I was a little stunned. Parents and elders send their children to school, and they always tell them to study hard. My grandfather is good. For three years in high school, he let me look at a picture and write three words. It is equivalent to writing one word a year. How difficult is this word to write?

I lowered my head and glanced at the three big characters in my hand, but I was a little surprised, because I didn't even recognize any of these four characters, and the font was very weird, with slender characters and complicated strokes. It looks like the talismans drawn by Taoist priests.

"Grandpa, are you sure this is a word? What do you read?"

"You don't need to worry about it. Anyway, it's writing. Three years and three words. You just concentrate on writing. If you can't write well, don't come back to see me. Hey, by the way, don't lose your studies. At least try to get into a university. In this ravine, my Han family has hope."

Grandpa seemed to have finally remembered that I had to go to college in the future, but after a few words of advice, he stopped talking and looked straight at me with his lips moving, his face seemed to be shining, but his eyes were full of reluctance.

It was only then that I realized that my grandfather, who had always been straight in my eyes, was now a little hunched.

However, what should go will eventually go, and what should come will always come. I said goodbye to my grandfather and embarked on the road to the county seat alone. I knew that there would be the place where I took off.

(End of this chapter)