Yuan Wei was on the highest altar, and saw Zhu Pingan shaking his head and sighing from a distance. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips with a sarcastic smile, hum, boy, Guizhou donkey is exhausted!
Ever since, surrounded by the smell of burning incense, Yuan Wei began to brew the Qingci Huazhang.
Not long after he boarded the altar, Zhu Pingan saw the Taoist priests standing under the altar holding magical instruments and began to dance a very weird dance. They were reciting some scriptures loudly and waving their hands from time to time.
The magic weapon performs various actions such as greeting and driving away.
Dance master...
Zhu Ping'an curled his lips and summed up the Taoist priest's behavior under the altar in his mind.
After the Taoist priests under the altar finished dancing to the Great God, several Taoist priests brought pens, inks, peach charms and other objects from a distance, and sent them to each altar one by one for Zhu Pingan and others to use to write Qingci and couplets.
There were many things including writing brushes, peach charms, ivy paper, paperweights, etc. However, no ink was found.
"May I ask, Master, where is the ink?" Zhu Ping'an stopped the Taoist priest who was bringing him to the altar and asked.
The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled when he heard this, pointed to one of the jars of sticky gold powder and said with a smile, "Sir, this is ink."
"Is this ink?" Zhu Pingan's mouth twitched.
"Exactly, this is made of milled pure gold powder, mixed with the immortal liquid prepared by the master. Zhaiqiaoqingci and couplets are all written with this ink." The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, with a little pride in his eyes.
It seemed that he was very satisfied with Zhu Pingan's reaction.
Hearing this, the corners of Zhu Pingan's mouth twitched even more violently, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
"Is everything okay, sir?" the middle-aged Taoist priest asked indifferently.
"Nothing." Zhu Pingan looked at the jar of gold powder, which weighed several kilograms, and almost gritted his teeth.
What a waste!
This is not a woodcutter, this is clearly a waste of money! The ink is actually made from gold ground into powder! The fairy liquid mentioned by the Taoist priest is probably ordinary water, or some kind of clear oil. This kind of mixed ink
It’s so extravagant. This time of fasting and woodworking, the gold powder alone must not have cost more than a hundred kilograms!
There are so many things about this firewood fasting ceremony that made Zhu Ping'an's eyes drop!
It seems that these gold powders will be thrown away by these Taoist priests after they use up the fasting and firewood! Just look at the gold threads on their Taoist robes!
After giving away the pen and ink for writing Qingci, couplets, etc., the middle-aged Taoist priest went down from the altar. He probably had other things going on down there. Only Zhu Pingan and another person were left on the altar.
A middle-aged Taoist priest arranging ritual objects and other objects.
The Taoist priest just said before he left that Zhu Ping'an would write five couplets and a poem to decorate the altar.
Seeing that other Hanlins on the altar have already started writing, Zhu Pingan also collected his thoughts and prepared to write couplets and Qingci. This is not difficult for Zhu Pingan, and Qingci couplets are not difficult to write, which are a kind of couplets.
Well, it's just Qingci style. The Taoist priest just sent me eight writing brushes. Maybe they were based on the auspicious number "eight", or maybe it was more expensive to use gold powder to make ink.
Looking at the brush on the table, Zhu Pingan was thoughtful.
Zhu Ping'an laid out the table. He took a writing brush, dipped it vigorously in the gold powder, placed the writing brush on the ivy paper, and wrote "Emperor" with the brush.
This word proves Zhu Pingan's conjecture just now. The brush strokes are obviously not as smooth as ordinary ink, with a kind of sandy undulations, and the brush is also slightly bifurcated. The Taoist priest just sent so many brushes probably because of this kind of gold powder.
Bar!
After confirming what he was thinking, Zhu Pingan smiled slightly, and then dipped the brush in his hand vigorously into the gold powder again. It was completely immersed in it, and then lifted the brush out of the gold powder, using a slight force on his wrist. Again
It fell on the ivy paper.
As soon as he started writing, the brush showed serious forks, and then Zhu Pingan picked it up.
"I beg you, Taoist Master, to prepare some more brushes. The brush is too heavy for multiple uses." Zhu Ping'an shook the obviously forked brush in his hand and said to the Taoist priest who was placing the magical instruments on one side.
"My lord, wait a moment." The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, then turned around and got off the altar.
When the middle-aged Taoist priest came down from the altar, Zhu Pingan put the brush dipped in gold powder into the sleeve pocket without leaving any trace.
Strike when you dare!
Rather than being coveted by these Taoist priests, it is better to keep some for yourself temporarily and give them to those who need them more when the time comes!
In addition, this is also an unwritten practice. In ancient times, there was a brush refinishing fee, that is to say, a brush loss fee. I remember I heard a certain Hanlin say it during the last meal. When writing in Xiyuan, you can take the brush home.
It was considered a reward from the Holy One. But Hanlin was a little disdainful at that time. What do I need with so many brushes?
But, ahem, oh, that’s weird, I just like these brushes.
What should I do? I can only thank the Lord for His kindness.
Naturally, Zhu Ping'an took another brush, dipped it in gold powder and quickly wrote the first couplet completely: The emperor's dome bless him and he will eliminate nine calamities to eliminate three disasters; Ziji Chuixiu gathers thousands of auspiciousness and achieves a hundred blessings.
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After writing the first couplet, Zhu Pingan dipped the second brush in gold powder and put it into his sleeve again. At this time, Zhu Pingan realized that the ancient sleeve bag was really a good thing, big and nice.
How many brushes can be placed there?
After Zhu Ping'an finished writing the first couplet, the Taoist priest who went down to the altar to get brushes came up again. This time he brought ten brushes.
"Thank you, Taoist priest." Zhu Ping'an cupped his hands and thanked him.
After writing couplets, Zhu Pingan would dip his hands in thicker gold powder before writing each time, and then start writing. After writing a few words, Zhu Pingan would dip his hands in thicker gold powder again, and then as soon as he started writing,
He shook his head gently, and the brush bifurcated and could no longer be used. Then he quietly put it into his sleeve and replaced it with another brush.
In order to change a few more brushes, Zhu Ping'an's last four couplets are all very long. For example, the fourth couplet is a reuse of the couplet written by Yuan Wei a few years ago:
The number of heaven is five, the number of earth is five, and the number of five and five is twenty-five. The number is born in the Tao, and the Tao is in harmony with the Yuanshi Tianzun, who is unparalleled.
Cut the bamboo tube with the rhythm of association, six yang sounds, six yin sounds, six, six and thirty-six sounds. The sound is heard in the sky, and the emperor Jiajing is born, and the emperor reigns for ten thousand years.
This is Yuan Wei's couplet used in translation. Of course, it is different from Yuan Wei's original couplet. The difference may be big or small, but it doesn't matter. Is there any saying that writing a couplet must be original? Every household every year
There are almost millions of couplets hanging at the door that are the same for almost every couplet. In addition, there are still many differences between this couplet and Yuan Wei's original couplet.
Of course, in order to avoid criticism, Zhu Pingan’s other couplets are all original. For example, the fifth couplet is an original long couplet:
Forty-five years after the dragon flies, he celebrates a time when the five numbers unite with the sky, the five numbers unite with the earth, the five things are cultivated, the five blessings are prepared, the five generations live together, and the five colors are brilliant and colorful;
The crane counts the thirtieth day as it falls on the eighth day. I wish you a long life. Eight thousand is spring, eight thousand is autumn, eight yuan is advancing, eight is ascending, the eight notes follow the rhythm, and the eight winds are misty and play Danchi.
Long Fei is forty years old, which corresponds to Emperor Jiajing’s forty-five years old this year; Crane counts thirty as the eighth day, which means today, the eighth day of the thirtieth day of this month. As for the following couplets, they are all flattering.
Emperor Jiajing’s flattering words.
After writing five couplets, Zhu Pingan already has ten brushes in his sleeves! Zhu Pingan has no intention of keeping these brushes for himself. He is waiting to give them to those who need them more and use them in places where they are needed more! I believe it.
, any use is more valuable than today! (To be continued.)