Liao Zhai's Refining God

Chapter 31 Spring Festival Couplets
As the New Year approaches, Qingsang Village also becomes more colorful. Children happily play in groups in the village, and adults start to talk about posting Spring Festival couplets, posting door gods, ancestor worship, and worshiping gods.

There are not many literate people in Qingsang Village, that is, the three members of the Wang family, father and son. Now that Wang Xiuyuan is the head of the family, and he is getting older, Wang Sheng is left to write Spring Festival couplets. This year Wang Sheng came to Wang Lin and wanted Wang Lin to write. Writing Spring Festival couplets is also a big job every year. He has to work for three days, and he is a little tired.

"My dear brother, now that you have graduated from the academy, you will take the government examination immediately. Writing Spring Festival couplets can improve your calligraphy skills. At the same time, it will be good for you to show your face in the village." Wang Sheng was afraid that Wang Lin would disagree, so he kept persuading him.

"Okay!" Wang Lin did not refuse, but nodded in agreement.In the previous life, because of the paralysis of the lower limbs, in order to let Wang Lin cultivate her heart and mind, her grandfather taught Wang Lin to write brush characters. It has not stopped for more than ten years. write on.

In her previous life, Wang Lin liked to copy Wang Xizhi's works the most, especially the regular script "Huang Ting Jing". Clouds, as shocking as a dragon", "Nature is natural, rich and divine", but it also has a bit of charm.

In the previous life, after Wang Lin made some achievements in calligraphy, Wang Lin began to write the Spring Festival couplets at home. This is also the happiest day of Wang Lin's family every year, because this is a rare time for the whole family to get together.That happy time, Wang Lin wakes up with a smile every time she thinks about it in her dreams, and every bit of it is engraved in her heart.Therefore, writing Spring Festival couplets is of great significance to Wang Lin. In the process of writing, I recalled some scenes from my previous life, which made Wang Lin want to take on this task.

For the villagers of Qingsang Village, writing Spring Festival couplets is also a very sacred day. Six days before the New Year's Eve, the villagers began to write Spring Festival couplets.Under the mulberry tree at the head of the village and in front of the earth temple, set up a long table, arrange the four treasures of the study, and recommend those who are patient, discerning, and experienced to grind.When everything is ready, the villagers select respectable people to respectfully invite the writers.It is also a very revealing thing to invite a writer and to be selected as a grinder. If you can be selected, you can be proud of yourself in Qingsang Village for a year.Therefore, the competition is also quite fierce.

However, after the three highly respected people who were recommended this year came back, their faces were a bit bitter, because when they went to invite Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng said that they had no choice but to invite Wang Lin to write this year.Wang Xiuyuan passed Juren, Wang Sheng was a scholar, and Wang Lin hadn't participated in the government examination, so they naturally didn't have enough weight in their minds, and they were worried about whether Wang Lin could write Spring Festival couplets well.However, they dare not say anything.

Wang Lin was wearing a blue shirt today, with a thin leather jacket inside. Now that her martial arts cultivation has improved, her body is handsome and straight, and she looks quite free and easy.Especially the kind of silence that the villagers dare not underestimate.In their impression, Wang Lin was an unwelcome bastard who was naughty since childhood, and occasionally used her status to bully her peers in the village, so she was very unpopular.

Because the main writer was Wang Lin, several respected people in the village discussed and replaced the grinder with Wang Daniu. After all, Wang Daniu had been Wang Lin's book boy for a year, so he was suitable for this job.

In fact, after Wang Lin came to this world, her calligraphy has never been revealed in front of outsiders, and she doesn't hand in homework when she studies in the academy. She usually practices her pens in the study, and Wang Daniu can't see it.

Looking at the rice paper laid out, Wang Lin slowly stood in front of the long table, dipped her pen and ink, and seemed to see the happy smiling faces of her parents and sister in her previous life; after a little thought, she began to write.As for the content of the Spring Festival couplets, there are many etiquette books in this world, and Wang Lin has also dabbled in it, so it is naturally easy to grasp.

"Hmm!" Although the villagers are illiterate, some of them are not ignorant. They can still tell whether the font is good or bad. At first, they had the idea that not bad is good, but gradually they became a little surprised. , because Wang Lin's fonts are elegant and beautiful, and the charm seems to come from the fonts, but they can't feel it.

"The book is worth reading at last!" Writing Spring Festival couplets is a big deal, and it also concerns the face of the Wang family. Although Wang Xiuyuan hasn't written for many years, it doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention.Wang Sheng pushed the matter to Wang Lin, but he didn't tell him privately. He also heard about it from his subordinates, and he hurried over when he knew about it. The villagers hurried out of the way. The villagers helped Wang Xiuyuan to watch. Wang Xiuyuan shrank his eyes slightly after watching. He watched Wang Lin concentrate on writing without disturbing him. After watching for a while, he nodded slightly and said.Obviously they praised Wang Lin's calligraphy. Hearing Wang Xiuyuan's evaluation, the villagers were even more excited, knowing that they had underestimated Wang Lin earlier.

"Huh!" Hearing Wang Xiuyuan's words, Wang Lin came back to her senses, and smiled at her father. At the same time, her heart was shocked, because Wang Lin found that the altar in her study had received the power of wish like silk, although It is very rare, but it also inspired Wang Lin. Writing Spring Festival couplets can also receive vows. They are really simple and lovely villagers.

Through the experience, Wang Lin also felt that it seemed that the altar was not by her side, Wang Lin could also perceive the changes in the altar, and even summon the body-protecting Dharma God through the altar.Moreover, it can perceive the position of the body protector god.For example, at this time Nie Xiaoxuan was still sinking in that deep pool refining water rhyme.

At the same time, Wang Lin suddenly smelled a scent of incense, and was taken aback for a moment. She focused her eyes and found a figure appeared in front of the long table at some point, stroking her beard and admiring the Spring Festival couplets written by Wang Lin.And this person is not a villager, his stature is not tall, he is about fifty years old, he is dressed in a khaki robe like a cloud of smoke, with three long beards fluttering, he looks like an official.

"Earth God!" Wang Lin understood after a little thought, and immediately withdrew the Qi Watching Technique, and stopped paying attention to him, so that he would not find herself.At the same time, Wang Lin was also quite puzzled. Nie Xiaoxuan was refining the water rhyme under his nose, and this land god seemed indifferent. I don't know if he had discovered it, or because of his low cultivation level, he didn't notice it at all.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. After the Spring Festival couplets were written, the new year was approaching, and the flavor of the new year was even stronger.There are no firecrackers in this world yet, but there are already gongs and drums. As the sound of gongs and drums gradually sounded, Wang Lin's thoughts of missing her relatives became more and more intense. Every night, Wang Lin would walk out of the back door to look up at the On Qingsang Mountain, I think about the past bit by bit, and spend my own time alone.

On this day, Wang Lin was silently looking up at Qingsang Mountain, when suddenly she heard a strange wind blowing from the mountains from far to near. There was no wind tonight, but it was very cold.So, Wang Lin turned around and quickly went back to the study, and sat by the altar.

(End of this chapter)