When the master asked Bai Zeqing to paint Thangka, she did not think of any other category at all. She started with this landscape Thangka centered on Qing'an Academy in Ningzhou.
She looked at this small thangka quietly, and her thoughts seemed to follow the description of the thangka, flying past the small gate of Qing'an Academy, and flying through the jade-green bamboo forest behind. Gradually, the entire Ningzhou was filled with emotions.
in her eyes.
She felt as if she was in mid-air in Ningzhou City. She looked down from a high place. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of reading loudly from Qing'an Academy. The city was noisy with hawkers and vendors, and it was very lively. There seemed to be smoke rising from countless courtyards, and urchins
They were running around in the alleys. Farther away, there was a military training ground. The soldiers lined up in neat rows and shouted loudly.
After the training ground is Yunhe Mountain.
The ridge is as green as dye and stretches into the distance. On one side is the slope of the front mountain that becomes gentler under the sunset, and on the other side is the deep valley of the back mountain that becomes darker and deeper where the mountain shadows cross the slope.
She was clearly in the small courtyard of Tingquan Temple in Yuanzhou, quietly looking at the thangkas painted by her own hands, but she also seemed to be climbing up Yunhe Mountain, walking through the shadowy temples and scattered farmyards.
She is familiar with this road and follows her mother and aunt up the mountain many times every year.
In previous years, all I could see were mountains and trees, courtyards and temples.
But what I "saw" at this time was different.
She seemed to be walking in the mountains and forests, but she also seemed to have taken a thousand miles in one step. She saw the forest of steles she had passed by before, the unknown caves, the incomprehensible inscriptions, and the unknown stone carvings...
She was like a passer-by, watching countless people come and go in the mountains and forests for thousands of years, carrying on the past and the future. Only the handwriting was different and the inheritance was different. Buried deep in the eternal green mountains, some might have great power or others.
If you have great talent, you may become a great sage, or you may become a great traitor...
Nowadays, all traces are hard to find.
A fire suddenly broke out from under Bai Zeqing's feet. The raging fire spread to the mountains and forests, burning the entire Ningzhou City.
Bai Zeqing felt hot all over and her cheeks hurt, but strangely, she gradually gave up her initial fear.
She looked at Ningzhou City and the academy in the blazing fire. The streets and alleys were turned into ashes. She felt the bone-piercing pain and the helplessness and powerlessness under the rolling red dust.
Only the fierce breeze swept straight up, reaching the sky and diving into the abyss.
Bai Zeqing breathed out a breath, as if letting out a long-standing depression.
Things in the world are unpredictable, and she cannot predict them, let alone control them.
Once again, she thought of Wang Chi, who stood on an eagle on his shoulders in the ice and snow, and almost killed her with a kick in the chest. In the fire, she saw clearly the grief in his eyes, hidden under the hot and burning anger.
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She thought of her mother who often sat in the boudoir, lightly holding a paintbrush. In the blazing fire, she saw clearly that there was a touch of loneliness and misery hidden under her gentle and undisputed smile.
She thought of her father who would go out early and come back late, often exchanging glasses of wine with his colleagues. She could clearly see him looking west from the city gate in the blazing fire, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of worry.
She thought of the master who stood on the Seven Stars and Bagua array in the Taoist temple, and could stir up thunder from the sky with just one finger. She saw the indifference and alienation in the master's eyes in the fire. This alienation was not for her or anyone else, but for this person.
world.
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She thought of many people, and clearly saw their secret wishes in the fire, but she could not see through the Master.
There seemed to be a huge difference between Master and anyone she came into contact with.
But, she longs to be like Master!
If one day, she becomes so powerful that she can come and go from nowhere, raising her hand to stir up thunder from the sky, all the beasts will tremble when they see her, and all the mortals will prostrate themselves on the ground...
Can she return to Ningzhou City and the Bai family in an upright manner and tell everyone in the world that the Bai family is loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and never regrets in a hundred battles?
The fire gradually extinguished, and Bai Zeqing seemed to be hanging in the sky. When Ningzhou City left her, her heart, which had been full of resentment, unwillingness, and suspicion when the city was destroyed, suddenly felt empty.
A mortal only has thirty or fifty years left in her life. Now she has worshiped a famous teacher, entered Xuanmen, practiced day and night, and waited to go back to find out the truth. What next?
Perhaps the truth has been buried long ago, and her father and brother are no longer alive. How can she prove their loyalty?
Maybe if you are lucky enough to find clues and report them to the superior, you can really prove your innocence? Or should you kneel down and beg the emperor for grace?
No matter how hard she tries, the result is still in the hands of others. Everything is not under her control!
Bai Zeqing suddenly relaxed his tense shoulders and allowed his consciousness to sink deeper.
The deep regrets, regrets, and resentments she had carried since the city's fall seemed no longer so heavy. They no longer pressed her tightly, causing her to fall into fear, worry, and eager emotions. In fact, they were just superfluous emotions.
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She only needs to believe in one thing.
Become stronger, so strong that you will no longer be affected by others' life and death. Strong enough to be able to control your own destiny.
So strong that everyone has to pay attention to every word she says!
Thinking of this, Bai Zeqing's heart suddenly felt like a wall was broken. In an instant, she heard the echo of whispers in the mountains and forests of Xiantai Mountain and even further away. Thousands of valley winds slowly flowed from the mountains and forests, and between heaven and earth, like flowing into the sea.
The ground passed through her body.
There is no stopping or attachment, just like many joys and many troubles, they come and go, over and over again, as if she has become a part of this world.
I don't know how long it took, but there seemed to be a crane chirping in her mind, and she seemed to be riding on the white crane, soaring for nine days.
Bai Zeqing fell into concentration while watching the thangka.
The master did not rush her, but waited quietly aside. It was not until the sun sank under the mountain that Bai Zeqing came back to her senses.
He stared at the Thangka for a moment, then stood up and called: "Master!"
The Taoist priest nodded and said to Bai Zeqing: "Take a rest for a while, and I will teach you the spell."
As the Taoist priest spoke, he hung a dim yellow wind lantern at the door.
Bai Zeqing was stunned for a moment before she realized what the master meant. She was taken aback and asked a little stupidly: "Master, what I just said...is that just visualization? I seem to feel spiritual energy!"
The Taoist priest nodded and said calmly: "You only have one night to study. My teacher will leave tomorrow morning. How much you can learn depends on your qualifications."
This, so fast?
She hadn't had time to fully appreciate the many insights that had just come to her.
Looking at the straight back of the Taoist priest, Bai Zeqing suddenly realized the meaning of the master asking her to draw Thangkas without sleep:
She had long heard from her uncle that some people could enter trance by looking at thangkas. She was familiar with thangkas, and under the constant pressure of high pressure, many of her moods were able to be dissolved into the thangkas she painted with great concentration.
Only by guiding you from time to time can you feel something in your heart and meditate into concentration.
At this time, the girl's state of mind actually gave birth to a trace of vicissitudes, and she said to herself: "How many years of dedicated practice will it take to reach the master's state?"
The Taoist priest turned around at this moment, and his eyes seemed to tell her - what are you wishing for!
Hey, it’s Double Eleven today, did you buy anything?
To be honest, I am not good at mathematics and still cannot understand the various magical rules of the platform.
