Unknowingly, this is already the seventh year that the master has disappeared to settle accounts.
Niu Sandao has been promoted to the chief arrest of Taoyuan County, and he is expected to come to Lingxian Temple to give gifts in a few days.
Su Fei didn't even know what year the Dasheng Dynasty was today. It seemed that since the year his master disappeared, his memory of time had changed to a different way of recording time.
The master has become his chronology.
The acting temple owner of Lingxian Temple did not forget to look for the master. At first he just waited, but later he felt that the master might have encountered an accident while collecting debts.
The master may be eaten by monsters, robbed and killed by bandits, starve to death, fall to death, or even be silenced by a debtor.
He made many ideas, but he could only make random guesses.
However, I always have a glimmer of hope in my heart. Every time I offer incense to my ancestor, I pray for his blessing and let the master return home safely.
It depends on whether the ancestor's spirit is working or not.
Missing notices have been posted by Niu Sandao at the notice board in Taoyuan County for a long time, and even posted in different villages. The reward amount is quite high. Those who can bring the person back directly can get up to ten thousand gold, and those who can provide direct clues can get up to a thousand gold.
The price is negotiable and can be adjusted up or down.
Unfortunately, there is still no news.
Su Fei believes that the main reason for the lack of results is that Lingxian Temple cannot provide a portrait of the master, only a simple text description.
In the world today, he is the only one who knows what his master looks like. Niu Sandao has also seen him, but the head catcher said that his master was too celestial at that time, so he didn't dare to take a closer look.
None of them can draw, and the graffiti masters look nothing like them.
Su Fei was also very depressed. It was a bit unreasonable for a dignified Taoist priest in the Dust-breaking Realm to be unable to look like a human being.
But the skills and items obtained are like things with designated functions. Lamps are for lighting, shovels are for pulling vegetables, and balloons are for blowing...
Even if he wanted to use his magical powers to create a portrait out of thin air, he couldn't do it.
So when I saw Fairy Judgment who was proficient in painting, I wanted to give it a try and let her do a profile painting.
Su Fei asked the two demons to go about their business and brought Han Caidi to the main hall.
"Daozhang Su, where is your master now?" Han Caidi asked.
She laid out pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and materials of various colors, and waited for the model to appear.
Su Fei had not told him in detail about Lingxian Temple losing a temple leader before, but now he told him in detail.
"My master disappeared seven years ago," Su Fei said, "so I can only watch Fairy Han play freely."
Han Caidi: "..."
Mr. Su is really funny.
This must be because he doesn't want her to leave too soon. Just say it directly. Why bother to use such a method to retain her? It's too touching.
Painting a portrait requires some verbal description after all.
"He looks 70 years old, but he is actually in his early sixties," Su Fei began to describe the master's appearance: "He is thin, giving people an unfathomable feeling. He has an immortal spirit, but in fact his Taoism is very shallow."
"I have three tattoos on my forehead. My right hand was scratched by a monkey while picking fruit. The scar is obvious and my back is slightly hunched..."
"I carry a lightning-struck mahogany sword on my back, with a crack on the blade. I hang a wine gourd on my waist. I drink two taels a day, and I don't drink more than that."
"When I lost it, I was wearing an old blue Taoist robe with two patches on the front and back..."
"Some people say he is a liar."
In order to draw Master Su Fei, Han Caidi was recording various features with a pen, and she already had a rough outline in her mind.
As a painting disciple, I still have the ability to listen to sounds and draw pictures.
Hearing the Taoist priest say that the old Taoist was a liar, the woman stopped writing and looked up at Su Fei. She found that the Taoist priest was already immersed in a sad mood, so she said nothing.
"Although he has cheated, he never cheated ordinary people. He only cheated wealthy families and government offices." Su Fei began to talk about the past between himself and his master.
"But that's still a lie." Han Caidi thought to herself.
She really couldn't imagine that the master of the extremely powerful and perfect Taoist priest could be of low moral character and even make a living by cheating.
Then Taoist Master Su must be a genius among geniuses, otherwise how could he have cultivated to the present level in such a difficult environment.
"The master is kind-hearted. Although Lingxian Guan is poor, most of the money he gets is given to the poor." Su Fei continued.
Han Caidi hurriedly continued recording. In order to restore the character's appearance, personality is also a key point.
"My master also picked it up," Su Fei said. "That year it snowed heavily and a woman froze to death on the stone steps of Lingxian Mountain. The master said that when he saw the woman that day, he fell on the steps and protected the bundle with his body.
There is a cry inside, I am the baby,"
"The master said that I was very fresh at that time, very much like a natural product."
Hearing this, Han Caidi looked a little dazed, as if thinking of his own story.
"Master also said that that day was unusual. On the first day I arrived at Lingxian Temple, all the dogs within a hundred miles radius laid eggs." Su Fei said in a calm tone, "That's about it. Fairy Han will have time to paint his old man."
The door from the main hall leading to the backyard.
"Laying eggs?"
Bangzi was about to come over and ask Fairy Judgment if he needed to bring some corn with him on the way, but he heard something terrible.
Sure enough, I still have to lay eggs.
The word "laying eggs" was all in its mind, and other sounds were automatically excluded.
Carefully return to the kitchen and put the corn back into the basin.
"Bangzi, what are you thinking about?"
Ah Li saw the confusion and panic in the bear demon's eyes, so he came over to ask.
"Can you lay eggs?" Bangzi asked Ahri.
…
In the main hall.
Han Caidi made a horizontal and vertical hook, dotted ink into a picture, and drew a picture at an extremely fast speed.
As a colorful light shines on the rice paper, a seasoned Taoist appears on the paper, lifelike.
"What do you call your respected master?" Han Caidi kept writing and asked.
"Li Jinpen." Su Fei said.
"Okay, our Liuxi Valley Painting Taoism is famous all over the world. After Taoist Su's description, this painting "The Original Appearance of Li Jinpen's Old Taoist Master Su Fei in Lingxian Temple in Taoyuan County, Dasheng" has been completed, and Taoist Master accepts it
Bar."
Han Caidi smiled confidently and extended her hand for Su Fei to observe.
The fairy painted, Su Fei thought it was wonderful.
It's just that the name of this picture sounds a bit long. Of course, she likes to be longer. It doesn't matter if it suits her. But shouldn't the focus be on the master? Why did she include him in it?
There is no other way, people who draw Taoism are willing to give names. Usually when they draw flowers and plants, they have to come up with a name and make it different from others.
Use some spiritual energy to levitate the portrait in the air.
Su Fei stared blankly for a long time, as if the old Taoist was living in front of him, calling him like before: "Baby!"
I haven't gotten tired of watching it for a long time.
A woman knows that what she paints must be fine, and this is what a perfect Taoist master should look like.
At first glance, the old Taoist looks like an expert. It is hard to imagine that he makes a living by cheating, and it is even more unbelievable that he actually has a disciple with powerful and unpredictable abilities.
The Taoist priest placed the picture behind the incense table and looked at each other with the Patriarch.
He wanted the Patriarch to take a good look at him, and he was lost as a disciple of the lineage.