Seeing that Ye Tian refused to admit it, Liao Haode fell silent, and after walking a few dozen meters away, he suddenly said: "Ye Tian, don't you want to know what I found six hundred steps away from the village?"
Ye Tian had been wondering about this matter. After hearing Liao Haode's words, he blurted out and asked: "What did you find?"
"Haha, you still don't want to admit that you said those words?"
Liao Haode laughed loudly when he heard this, but when he thought about himself as a man in his fifties or sixties, he was blushing slightly when he wanted to flirt with a kid.
"What's the matter? Children's words should not be taken seriously..." Ye Tian curled his lips. Playing rogue is also a child's patent.
"Hey, you little guy, you don't want to suffer any losses..."
Liao Haode shook his head helplessly and said: "After I heard what Xiaolong told you, I went home and asked the old man about it. Six hundred steps from the beginning of the village was the place where the ancestral grave of my surname Liao used to be.
But when my mother died, no monument was erected, and the grave had been leveled long ago. Even if I knew where my mother was buried, I couldn’t find the specific location, so why don’t I ask you, a little god, for help?”
After returning from the market, Liao Haode specially invited several elders in the village to go to the village with him to check. An old man remembered on the spot that this land full of corn was the place where the Liao family lived.
The location of ancestral graves.
Since all direct members of the Liao family are no longer in the country, relatives from the side branches did not dare to come here to burn paper graves during that turbulent era, so decades passed and they were gradually forgotten.
After finding his ancestral grave, Liao Haode was excited for a while, but then he became distressed. Just knowing this was not enough. You must know that more than ten generations of the Liao family's ancestors were buried here, including Liao Haode's grandfather.
Without the exact burial place of his mother, Liao Haode did not dare to dig rashly. This was for his parents to be buried together. If the bones of his ancestors were dug up, even his dead father would not be able to explain to his ancestors.
So after wandering around the land for two days, Liao Haode finally thought of Ye Tian again. Since that little guy knew his purpose of returning home and pointed out the location of his ancestral grave, it shouldn't be difficult to find his mother's coffin, right?
After thinking about it for a while, Liao Haode called Guo Xiaolong, but Guo Xiaolong didn't know where Ye Tian lived. That's why he asked comrades from the United Front Work Department to find Yu Haoran and come to Ye Tian's house.
After figuring out the cause and effect, Ye Tian tilted his little head and thought for a moment, and said: "Grandpa Liao, I can only see so many things from your face. If you still can't find it, there is nothing I can do."
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"This... you can figure out the reason for my coming just from my appearance. Now you don't even ask for my mother's name and horoscope, and you just say that you can't find my mother's grave. Little guy, you lied again..."
Liao Haode is not that easy to fool, and he does not take it seriously because of Ye Tian's young age. There are many strange people and strange things in this world, and Ye Tian has already shown his magic.
"Grandpa Liao, I lost my strength yesterday and I really can't help you..."
Ye Tian shook his head, and after seeing the disappointed look on Liao Haode's face this time, he smiled secretly, and then said: "I can't help you, but my master can. He is the direct descendant of the contemporary Mai lineage.
The art of Feng Shui, Kanyu, divination and fortune-telling is unparalleled in the country..."
"Really?" Liao Haode cheered up. The young ones are so good, why should the old ones ask?
"Of course, my master is over a hundred years old..."
"Let's go faster, let me go visit the old immortal..." Although he didn't agree with what Ye Tian said about being over a hundred years old, Liao Haode still quickened his pace, full of expectations in his heart.
In summer, Maoshan is full of flowers, lush trees, and the scenery is very charming. A few children stopped and walked. It took half an hour until noon to arrive at the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.
The old man with white beard and hair and a complexion like a young man did not disappoint Liao Haode. Although he has not talked about it in depth, just by looking at his appearance, he definitely looks like a wise man.
"You brat, why are you running around before you're fully recovered? Stretch your hand over..."
The old Taoist felt a little surprised when Ye Tian suddenly came to him. Although he saw that his apprentice looked good, he took Ye Tian's pulse and felt that the pulse was beating steadily and strongly, so he felt relieved.
"Master, this is Grandpa Liao who is looking for you. He came back from the United States and said he wanted to donate a donation to our Taoist temple..."
Ye Tian's words made Liao Haode dumbfounded, but he did not refute it. If the old Taoist in front of him could really help him fulfill his father's wish, then a donation of ten thousand to eight thousand would be nothing to his current net worth.
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"I've heard about the name of the old god for a long time, so I came here to pay a special visit today. I hope you're not surprised..." Of course Liao Haode can say nice words, but whether he donates money to charity or not depends on whether the other party has the ability to take it.
After meeting with Lao Tao, Liao Haode said to his cousin: "Feng Kuang, you guys are going to play over there, little boy Ye Tian will stay here first..."
The children at this time were still very obedient to the adults. After hearing what Liao Haode said, they all followed the young man named Feng Kuang to watch the craftsmen repair the Taoist temple.
"Master, what do these big boxes of yours contain? Why have I never seen them before?"
Ye Tian found three large painted red wooden boxes placed next to Lao Dao, each of which was more than half a meter high. However, the color on them was slightly dull, and the paint was peeling off in many places. They must have been old.
However, Ye Tian was only curious about this place. This Taoist temple was not big. He had touched it all over before, but he had never seen these boxes before.
"Your kid sleeps on it every day, and you still say you haven't seen him before?"
The old Taoist laughed when he heard this. He put these boxes together against the wall and laid a layer of bricks on the outside. Only then did he completely preserve the items in the boxes. If the Taoist temple had not been overhauled this time, he would have
I may not take it out.
"What are all these things?"
Ye Tian reached out and lifted up a box. After seeing the objects inside, he couldn't help but be stunned, "Master, why are you putting these rolls of paper in it?"
The box that Ye Tian opened had a small cloth bag at the four corners with dry lime sewn inside to prevent moisture. In the middle of the box, there were scrolls of different lengths rolled together.
After picking up the top scroll and spreading it out, Ye Tian suddenly shouted: "This... this is a painting..."
The size of this painting is not large. It is about 40 centimeters long and only 30 centimeters wide. There are only one crab and two shrimps on the banner which is a little over a foot. It seems like a few rough strokes, but these crabs and two shrimps are combined.
The shrimp paintings are lifelike and extremely expressive.
In the lower left corner of this painting, there is also a line of seal script, which reads "Gift to Brother Shangyuan". Although there are only a few numbers, the strokes are vertical and horizontal, concise and sophisticated, with a solid interior and exterior, a natural structure, majestic and vigorous
But it is still agile, just like the crab in the painting, showing the skill of pen and ink.
The signature of this small banner reads "Made by Bai Shi in the 9th year of the People's Republic of China", and there is a bright red seal below with three small seal characters of "White Stone Weng" engraved on it.
"Master, who is this Bai Shi? The painting is so good..."
Ye Tian looked a little fascinated. He was very familiar with fish and shrimps. This painting was like a photo, fully displaying the charm of crabs and shrimps, as if he was seeing the real thing.
After hearing what Ye Tian said, the old Taoist stretched his head to look at the painting, curled his lips and said, "Qi Baishi? He is just a down-and-out painter. This guy is not authentic. The old Taoist told him a fortune. This old boy is not good at painting."
I was willing to pay the hexagram money, so I took out a few broken paintings as collateral..."
Although he said that Qi Baishi was worthless, the old Taoist looked a bit proud. Qi Baishi did leave many paintings, but there were only a few signed by him and he was still alive.
But it was obvious that the old man was wrong. Ye Tian had no idea who Qi Baishi was. After hearing his words, he rolled up the painting, put it back in the box, took out a picture from the bottom and folded it into four.
Comes in square gray cloth.
"The iron mouth is straight, a hexagram is worth a thousand pieces of gold?! Zhang Daqian Shu? Haha, Master, do you still keep the clothes you used to travel in the world?"
Ye Tian unfolded the piece of cloth, and it turned out to be a curtain about one meter long and sixty centimeters wide. There were also a few words written on it, but when Ye Tian saw the words, he couldn't help but laugh.
Laughed loudly.
Whether it's fortune-telling or fortune-telling, you always have to have something to wear when traveling around the world. This kind of cloth curtain supported by wooden sticks and held in the hand is called a fortune-telling flag. Some people also call it "flat gold". It was a symbol of the early years.
An indispensable item for fortune tellers who travel from house to house.
The fortune teller Ye Tian saw at the market a few days ago also had such a piece of equipment in front of his stall. It said "Main Clothing Divine Fortune Teller" on it. It had the same function as this item, but the words on it didn't.
This is just well written.
"You brat, you know nothing. If you take this thing out, you can immediately change your house in the county. I'm so angry..."
Hearing Ye Tian's words and seeing his proud look, the old Taoist was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. What he had saved so hard was actually worthless in the eyes of his apprentice?
"Tch, Master, who are you fooling? I can also write calligraphy with calligraphy, it may not be any worse than these few words..."
Ye Tian curled his lips when he heard this. A house in the county costs thousands of dollars. How can he exchange for such a foot wrap? Only a fool would do such a thing.
"Old...Mr., you...your calligraphy was...written by Zhang Daqian?"
Before Ye Tian finished speaking, the curtain in his hand was snatched away by Liao Haode who was beside him, and he held it in his hand and inspected it carefully.
Liao Haode's father came from a literary background, which can be regarded as a family background. The reputations of Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian, two modern celebrities, are astonishing.
When he saw Qi Baishi's paintings just now, Liao Haode had not yet reacted. Now when he saw Zhang Daqian's words again, he had forgotten even his original intention of coming to see the old Taoist.
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