Chapter 183 If I can’t repay you, I’ll give you a magic spell
Chapter 183: If I can’t repay you, I’ll just give you some magical power
In the bamboo house, the Taoist sat cross-legged, staring out the window at the scenery that seemed to never change, and asked:
"What do you think of this place, Lady Sanhua?"
"Meow?"
"What do you think of this place, Lady Sanhua?"
"So cool."
"yes."
"It's like being in a mouse hole."
"What else?" The Taoist turned to ask her, "Do you have any other feelings?"
"It's not dark here."
"yes."
"We should have put the horses here."
"good idea."
"Yes!"
The world in this painting is truly real yet false.
The Taoist continued to sit here, thoughtful and feeling. After a long time, he closed the heavy black curtains, lay down on the bed, and slept peacefully.
There is a faint feeling of being watched.
I woke up naturally from sleep, feeling a little dazed.
After getting up, I went out for a stroll with Master Dou, discussing the world in the painting. When I came back, I spread the drawing paper and talked about painting techniques, how the aura was born, the taboos passed down from generation to generation in the Dou family and the deep meanings in them.
After a few days, I have benefited a lot.
Song You finally said goodbye to him.
Master Dou was very surprised and wanted to keep him for a few more days.
"I have been here for more than ten days, and the harvest has been enough. It will be useless to stay longer. It is better to go back and digest it carefully, and come back next time." The Taoist said, looking back at the mountain behind him, "I happened to hear that the mountain
There is also a Taoist temple, so I’ll go and visit it before I go out.”
"Now that the Immortal Master has made up his mind, it is inconvenient for Dou to stay for a long time. If the Immortal Master comes in again next time, he must come to see Dou."
"good."
The Taoist agreed and bowed to him.
He turned around and looked at the mountain as tall as a wall behind him, looked down at the calico cat next to him, and then walked up the mountain.
…
There is only one way up the mountain and it takes an hour to hike.
The Taoist temple on the mountain is not big, there are only a few houses, and there are several Taoist priests inside. The oldest one is already seventy or eighty years old.
I heard from Master Dou that this old Taoist priest only entered the painting a few decades ago. At that time, his life was difficult and helpless, and he suffered from natural disasters. He could no longer survive outside. When he got here, he slowly built on the mountainside.
He saw the first Taoist temple in the painting, and from then on there were also Taoist temples in the painting.
It is also the only Taoist temple in the world in the painting.
After Song You arrived with the calico cat, several Taoists in the temple were greatly surprised. When they heard that he had come from outside, they were even more surprised and gathered to chat with him.
When the old temple master was a young Taoist priest who almost starved to death, he came here accidentally without carrying any Taoist scriptures and his own knowledge of Taoist scriptures was very limited. After arriving here, although he still built such a Taoist temple halfway up the mountain,
However, there is not much serious and systematic Taoist classic knowledge handed down.
As for magic, forget about it.
Even among the Taoist priests outside, more than nine out of ten cannot do it.
At present, most of the Taoist priests who are approaching middle age are the disciples of old temple masters who established Taoist temples.
Although this place is harmonious and peaceful, there are still people who like purity, or are moved by the thoughts of the old temple master, so they go up the mountain and become new Taoist priests to pass on the mantle.
While chatting, the old patron was also alarmed and walked out tremblingly.
Song You looked back and saw that his beard and hair were pale and his whole body was very thin. Although he could barely walk, he had to have an apprentice beside him, ready to help him at any time.
It couldn't be more appropriate to use it on this old Taoist priest.
Song You still dared to sit down, so he quickly stood up and saluted.
"When I traveled to Song Dynasty, I met the master of the temple."
"Poverty Dao Yuan Mingzi, I met fellow Taoist..."
"Master, please take a seat quickly."
A middle-aged Taoist priest gave up his seat, and the old temple master slowly sat down and looked at the young Taoist: "Young Taoist friend, are you from outside?"
"Exactly."
The old Taoist priest tried hard to identify his appearance, as if his eyes could no longer see clearly, and his speech was a little unclear, but he still asked: "What year is it outside now?"
"The fourth year of Mingde, June."
"Is Dayan still there?"
"Still."
"How long has it been since fellow Taoist came here?"
"About..." Song You didn't know how to describe it for a moment, but he also said, "It's been about ten days."
"How have you been these past ten days?"
"The villagers at the foot of the mountain are very hospitable and entertain me with good wine and food. Except for the lack of day and night here, which makes me a little unaccustomed, everything else is fine." Song You replied honestly.
"Hehehe..."
The old Taoist priest immediately laughed: "It's not dark here. I'm not used to it when I first came here. It will take a long time to get used to it. If you can't get used to it, it will be very painful..."
"That's right."
"The people at the foot of the mountain are very happy every time they hear outsiders coming. It was the same when Pindao first came here. Thanks to them..."
"yes."
The Taoist thought of the villagers' enthusiasm and hospitality during those days, and was still moved and grateful.
"Where are you from, fellow Taoist?"
"Yizhou people."
"ah?"
"Yizhou people."
Song You moved closer to him and increased his volume.
"Yizhou?"
"Master Tao, have you heard of it?"
"I've heard of it, but I've never been there." The old Taoist priest said while waving to him, as if he was afraid that he could not hear clearly and wanted to use hand gestures to help explain. Then he paused for a while, as if digging into his mind for memories, and then he came closer.
He whispered in his ear, "Pindao is originally from Jingzhou."
"A person from Jingzhou?"
"Ah... people from Jingzhou..."
"I have also been to Jingzhou."
"What?"
The old Taoist priest not only had unclear speech, but also had bad ears. It was very difficult to talk to him.
Fortunately, Song You was very patient.
Even the calico cat squatting next to him seemed to be extraordinarily patient. He sat upright and faced them. When Song You spoke, he looked at Song You, and when the viewer spoke, he looked at the viewer. His well-behaved look made everyone comment.
It is also amazingly long.
"It turns out that farmers had no land to plant, and they didn't have enough to eat, and there were natural disasters. Many people starved to death on the roadside. That's when Pindao came here." The old viewer tried his best to say to him, "Do you know?
Do you know there is a place in Jingzhou called Zhenshan?"
"Know."
"Pindao originally practiced at the foot of Zhenshan Mountain."
"I heard that a lot of people came from there before."
"It was that time..."
"I have also been to Zhenshan."
"Peach production there, there are a lot of peaches, they are very delicious, I don't know if they are still available now..."
"It was late autumn when I went down, there were no peaches, and I didn't go to the real mountain, but to the other side." The Taoist replied truthfully, "It's a pity that I didn't see it, and I can't tell the temple owner."
"What a pity..."
"yes."
"Pindao still remembers that when he was little, he often went to the mountains to pick peaches. They were really sweet. When they were good, you didn't have to buy them or steal them. If you just said a few nice words when you passed by, they would let you pick them." Lao Guan
The host shook his head repeatedly, his voice was long and his face was full of nostalgia for his hometown, "What a pity, everything about this place is good, but there are no peaches."
"When I was at the foot of the mountain, there were also people who came from Jingzhou decades ago. They also said they missed it very much." Song You said, "This is probably how everyone came here when they were children."
"Who doesn't miss it?"
The old patron paused as he spoke, then tilted his head towards him, and rambled on, telling him how many peaches were produced every summer in the Peach Blossom Mountain, which was tens of miles away at the foot of Zhenshan Mountain in Jingzhou, and how sweet and juicy the peaches were.
The more he talked, the more excited he became, his face glowed red, and he laughed a few times from time to time, revealing his only two remaining teeth.
But after he finished speaking, it was as if the feast had come to an end, and his expression became depressed. He sighed and shook his head: "If I had known better, I should have brought some peaches in, even two peach cores..."
"Where could I have imagined it at that time?"
"Yes..." The old temple master shook his head, "Pindao still remembers that it was the ninth year of Changyuan."
"There was a great disaster in the ninth year of Changyuan."
"How long has it been outside?"
"In the ninth year of Changyuan..."
Song You paused for a moment, thinking about the calculation, and then replied: "If the calculation is correct, it has been fifty-five years since now."
"The poor Taoist twenty-six at that time..."
"Now I am eighty-one years old."
"Already eighty-one years old."
The old patron looked up at the sky and was filled with emotion.
"The temple owner has a long life."
"What's the point of longevity? If you don't fight, don't starve, don't get tired, as long as you can grow big, most people can live a long life."
The old temple leader sighed helplessly as he spoke, turned to look at the disciples around him, and said repeatedly: "Don't sit here anymore, go get something to eat first, and entertain this Taoist friend well, all go, all go...
…”
Several middle-aged Taoist priests left.
Some are picking vegetables, some are getting meat and fish, some are making fires to boil water, and everyone is busy.
The old temple leader then approached Song You and asked again: "Did you come in because you met a person named Dou?"
"Exactly."
"How did fellow Taoist come in?"
"It's also fate."
"Of course I am lucky enough to be able to come in..."
"How did the temple owner come in?"
"How did the poor man get in..."
The old viewer looked back at the mountains behind him, squinted his eyes again, and dug into his memories for a long time before saying with emotion: "We were so hungry at that time that we looked around for a way to survive. When we met a man, we were almost arrested by others.
After we rescued him, he followed us for a while. Suddenly one day, he told us that anyone who wanted to find a way to survive could follow him. We were still one breath away from death, and many people believed it.
If you believe it, just follow him. It was a night, and I couldn't see anything. I just followed him, and walked, and walked, and ended up here."
"It's also fate."
"But when he left, he told us not to tell anyone. In these years, Pindao has never told anyone about it." After the old temple leader finished speaking, he warned him, "Fellow Taoists, don't tell it everywhere.
Lest the gods on the mountain know about it and blame fellow Taoists."
"The fairy on the mountain?"
Song You looked back at the top of the mountain and smiled.
"ah!"
"Does the temple owner know that there are gods on the mountain?"
"Yes, I have."
"What does it look like?"
"Hard to say……"
"Have you ever seen it with your own eyes?"
"Of course I've seen it!"
The old temple owner immediately widened his eyes and said: "The reason why I built a Taoist temple on this mountain is that when I was young, I went up the mountain to cut firewood. I saw this immortal once on the mountain, and twice after that. Someone at the foot of the mountain forgot
We ignored the ancestral teachings left by our ancestors, acted arrogantly and domineeringly, bullied men and women, and were struck to death by lightning. Wasn't it also the work of the gods on the mountain? Besides, the fact that we can live here in seclusion is also the result of the manifestation of gods."
"The one named Dou..."
"I'm afraid it was transformed into a god!"
"I see."
Song You took another look at the mountain.
The cat also turned to look up the mountain.
But I only saw lush vegetation and pink clouds illuminated by the setting sun behind me. I didn't see any gods.
It seems that this painting has some meaning.
When Song You looked away, the old temple owner had already stood up tremblingly and asked him to go to the temple to eat.
There was no reason to refuse, so Song You helped him respectfully and went to the Taoist temple. Several Taoist priests in the temple killed chickens and took pickled fish and dried meat. Although there were only a few dishes, they were all very large.
, a few pots of vegetables took up most of the table, and I felt that each pot of vegetables was enough for several people.
We were eating and chatting again, and both parties were very happy.
After finishing the meal, Song You was about to leave.
The old temple master stood tremblingly and asked him: "What are your plans for the future, fellow Taoist?"
"I want to go around the mountain for a while, and then I'll go back down."
"Pindao is saying, what are your plans for the future? If you live at the foot of the mountain, where will you settle? If you have no place to go, you might as well live in a Taoist temple." The old temple master said, "I'm not afraid of fellow Taoists laughing, Pindao.
When I was outside, I only wanted to make a living as a Taoist priest in the mountains. When I came in, I was young and had not learned much skills. It would be a good thing if fellow Taoists can come."
"The master of the temple has good intentions, but I am actually just a fake Taoist priest and don't know much about Taoist scriptures."
Song You was moved and sincerely gave him a gift.
The waist nodded, and the thought came up again.
So he raised his head and said to the old contemplator: "I wonder if there is any writing in the contemplation subject?"
"Of course there is..."
"Is there any paint?"
"There are a few."
"Can I borrow it?"
"Go get it!"
After a while, the pen, ink and paint came.
I saw the young Taoist took the pen and ink, looked around after leaving the Taoist temple, found a white wall on the outermost edge, and painted with his pen, carefully outlining the trunk and branches, and dotting the leaves. No one recognized this tree, and they were already dim.
Even the old Taoist priests couldn't see clearly. Even if the Taoist painted fruits under the branches, many middle-aged Taoists couldn't recognize them.
It wasn't until the young Taoist dotted the fruit bright red, casually, that the ink stains blended with the white wall, almost like real peaches, that the gray-haired old conservator's expression became concentrated.
There is an extra peach tree on the white wall.
My painting skills are not very high, and my painting is not very good, but I have put my heart and soul into it, and as if with the help of God, I can draw some charm.
After the Taoist finished painting, he stared at it for a long time.
Then he blew on the wall.
"call……"
This painting suddenly felt full of energy.
There seemed to be a faint white smoke dissipating, but it didn't seem to be there. Everyone only felt that there were some flowers in front of their eyes. Some people blinked, and some people stretched out their hands to rub it. Suddenly, they felt that the painting on the wall had changed and became more and more real, except for the peach blossoms.
The branches of the tree are mostly still the same, but the colors of the branches, leaves and fruits have changed significantly, becoming three-dimensional and with clear light and shadow.
In a blink of an eye, the painting seemed to be no longer on the white wall, but outside it.
wrong!
Where did the painting go outside the white wall?
There is obviously a peach tree growing next to the wall!