I didn't intend to be a Fairy

After entering the city, the ground was much cleaner.

Walking is also much easier.

The Taoist walked along the street and passed through the city without any haste.

Slowly back to Willow Street.

The willow trees are lush in midsummer. There is a small building with a "Dao" flag at the door, and a shop sign of "eliminating rats and worries". However, the door is locked and no one is setting up a stall at the door. It seems that no one knows that the Taoist priests living here were responsible for the Taiwei Mansion, which was full of storms in the city a few days ago.

The Taoist walked over slowly and opened the door.

"Squeak..."

Open the door and close it again.

However, the wooden door is not tight. The afternoon sun shines through the crack of the door, illuminating slanted thin lines in the dark room. When I first came in, my eyes were not used to it, and I felt a little dim, but after only a moment, I could catch it. The light scattered in the room.

Few changes have been made to the home.

The sharp contrast between the dark room and the dazzling light on the ground, the scorching sun and the coolness in the house is the feeling of summer.

"well……"

The Taoist sighed, unloaded his luggage, and sat down on the high bench.

"well……"

Another clear sigh.

The little girl in three-color clothes imitated his example and sighed, followed his example, hopping with her back to the high bench, jumped up to sit next to him, and turned her head to look at him.

The rest after fatigue is the most comfortable.

The Taoist sat here, and the girl followed him to sit here, neither one nor the cat cared about the passage of time.

It was almost dusk, and the Taoist was tired from sitting, so he got up to pick up the package.

The girl jumped off the high bench and followed him, tilting her body and tilting her head, watching him untie the oilcloth, open the box, and take out the paintings.

The Taoist ignored her.

This painting is about half a person long when rolled up, but when unfolded, it becomes its width, and it also becomes a horizontal scroll that became popular in the previous dynasty, nearly one person long.

The so-called horizontal batch, also known as horizontal hanging, is different from the hand scroll in that it can be hung on the wall.

Song You went up to the second floor and looked at the room.

The house is not big but not small. Thanks to poverty, there are no decorations on the walls, just a flat piece.

I took out the hook I bought on the road, carefully measured the width, and pressed it against the wall, and it was deeply embedded in the wall. I carefully hung the painting on it, and it was just right.

Then the Taoist stood in the room, in front of the painting, watching the painting quietly, feeling the mystery in it.

The little girl turned back into a cat at some point, squatting at his feet, looking up with him without saying a word.

I've seen it before on Beiqin Mountain and in front of Dr. Cai's hut, but now I'm still amazed and have a different feeling after watching it again. What's more, hanging it up and looking at it carefully at this time is naturally different from what Master Dou roughly showed him on the mountain before.

Among them, the aura is mysterious and amazing.

Who said that aura and mysterious things are only exclusive to people who practice Taoism?

Whether Master Dou back then or Master Kong today, they were all mortals, but their skills are supernatural. Master Dou created a world with one stroke of his brush. Master Kong chiseled a knife and made a wooden cat come true. Looking at the past and the future, how many practitioners of Taoism can do it?

Counting the ancestors of Fulong Temple in detail, each has its own strengths, but how many of them have reached the end of their respective paths? How many people have the attainments of Master Dou in painting and Master Kong in carving in the practice of magic?

Can't this be called a god?

What is even more amazing is this process.

The Taoist couldn't help thinking again, just like at Master Kong's house in Yizhou——

What kind of world is this.

How does an ordinary painting, no matter how advanced the painting skills are, no matter how exquisite the paint is, no matter how rare the drawing paper is, connect the mysteries of the world, breed the natural aura, and finally become a world of its own?

There are incredible answers in this process.

It is the essence of the world and the end of the road.

Back then in Master Kong's house in Yizhou, everything was short-lived and he couldn't see clearly. Song You couldn't leave the cat who wanted to pursue freedom just because he wanted to practice and gain enlightenment. It's different now, this painting is just hanging upstairs in his house, you can look at it slowly, comprehend it slowly, and think about it slowly.

This line of work was a great opportunity.

I would like to thank Master Dou and Master Dou.

At this time, when I look at it like this, I am more and more amazed, and I am gradually impressed by its aura, attracted by its mystery, and cannot extricate myself.

The passage of time does not know.

The cat at my feet has already yawned many times, changed positions, and left again. From time to time, the cat glanced at Taoist and pulled his trousers, only to see that he ignored her, and just pulled it. Putting down his front paws, shaking his head, he walked away to play for a while, and came back after a while.

So back and forth.

The sky gradually darkened, and the painting could no longer be seen clearly.

The Taoist woke up suddenly.

Looking down, the cat was beside him, lying on the ground and yawning, but he followed his example and looked up at the painting.

As if aware of it, she turned her head to meet his gaze.

The Taoist thought for a while, realized a little, and looked at the painting.

Just now, he had the feeling of forgetting the time in a trance, because of the lesson learned from Yunding Mountain before, he was afraid that if he looked here, a long time would pass before he knew it.

But thinking about it now, I should just be obsessed with forgetting about time just now, too much obsession, not something more mysterious. And every feeling in the world should be different. Although this painting contains a rare aura hidden in the world, everything in this place is different from the situation in Yunding Mountain at that time, and the experience back then is also different. It should be difficult to replicate.

What's more, this is looking at paintings, and you can't see them when it gets dark.

"Taoist, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." The Taoist replied, lowering his head and asking, "Is Mistress Sanhua looking at the painting with me?"

"You see me too."

"Then Empress Sanhua sees some tricks?"

"What is doorway?"

"It's just perception."

"Did the Taoist see any way out?"

"See a little bit."

"Then Empress Sanhua also sees something!"

"That's it."

The Taoist nodded, feeling quite good.

Taoist priests have to look here, and Empress Sanhua naturally also wants to look here. Taoist priests have seen a little way, and Empress Sanhua can also see a little way, there is nothing wrong with it.

The Taoist stretched out his hand, flicked his fingers, and several strands of spiritual power flew into the painting and disappeared.

Then turned around and went downstairs.

I walked a lot of muddy roads today and yesterday, my shoes were covered with mud, and the trousers of my Taoist robe were also stained a lot. I had to wash them while there was still some light.

The three-flowered cat shook its head, and suddenly regained its energy. It ran fast with its four little feet, followed him downstairs, and sat by the side to watch him wash clothes.

Stand out one inch at a time.

"Taoist priest, why don't you come out with your clothes? That way you won't get dirty and don't need to wash them."

"I don't have the skills of Empress Sanhua."

"You are amazing!"

"That's not as powerful as Empress Sanhua."

"Yes!"

The Taoist kept his head down and cleaned carefully.

In the next few days, apart from opening and closing the door several times every day when the Taoist went out to buy food, the door was kept locked. Even sometimes he refused to go out to buy food, but invited Empress Sanhua to go.

And he stood upstairs most of the time, facing the paintings on the wall, and he stood there for a whole day.

It just so happened that the ten taels of silver donated by the water ghost of Yudai River had already been obtained, and the silver borrowed by Nvxia Wu from the Jianghu people and the proceeds from selling swords in the ghost market were also divided into more than half of Sanhua Empress. Niangniang doesn't have to cook by herself these days, it's okay to buy food and meat outside every day.

It just happened to teach Sanhua the concept of money, how to use money, how to deal with people, so as to avoid being cheated in the future, and also to exercise her arithmetic ability by the way.

A little praise when she comes back can also give her a sense of accomplishment.

It just shows an attitude.

Just like the former Taoist went out of the city to look for it, it seemed that it was only a few days, but in these few days, the closed doors and the withdrawn "exorcism and subduing demons" shop signs were enough to make those who heard the news The powerful and the nobles know his attitude, thoughts and preferences. Now that I am at home, I can actually open the door, but if I close it for a few more days, I can express myself more.

Wait for a while to open again, and most of the interesting, sensible and polite people will not come again.

Empress Sanhua often takes human form and writes downstairs, which takes most of the day, and she doesn't forget to go upstairs a few times in the process to see him.

Sometimes she will turn into a cat, run out to play, catch cicadas on willow trees, or lie on the door to bask in the sun and take a nap, or go out to hunt other cats. Naturally, the mouse-catching session every night is indispensable.

The heroine sent the straw rope she wove herself to smoke mosquitoes for them.

Empress Sanhua gave some mice as a gift.

It wasn't until one evening at the end of May that Taoist finally took a rest and walked out of the house stretching his waist.

I changed into ordinary clothes and went out for a walk.

The dog days are approaching, and it gets hotter every day, often sweltering, and it will get better at dusk, but this evening is windy, so it is rare to be comfortable.

The Taoist walked around and walked to the teahouse diagonally opposite. He ordered a pot of good tea and sat down in the corner to drink it slowly.

Wait for the sky to dim.

There is no curfew in Changjing, and there are quite a few people drinking tea at night. Some people play some gambling games, some people hear Mr. Shu tell stories, and some get together to share things that only belong to friends.

There are a few literati next door, drinking tea while reading eulogizing articles.

Song You knew after hearing a few words.

It is the story of Yunding Mountain written by Cui Nanxi.

"Mr. Cui's article is really well written. Finally, there is a good article." A literati nodded and said.

"Cui Gong himself is knowledgeable and talented, and his writing style is outstanding, but he has been stuck in books for a long time, stuck in the same place for a long time, and has not seen the vast world." Another literati replied, "But since Cui Gong was demoted to Pingzhou remote After entering the land, the vision and mind are naturally different from before, and when I meet the immortal again, I will naturally get a masterpiece."

"In my opinion, it is also filled with immortality. This story is interesting. As long as it is written truthfully, it will be a masterpiece. But if it is written better, it may be passed down through the ages."

"Brother Outai's words are also reasonable..."

"However, Cui Gong, a frail scholar, has the courage to climb over the iron chain. It is not something ordinary people can do. After passing the iron chain, not everyone can write it. Besides, if it is not for Cui Gong, if it is someone else, I am afraid that even It is difficult to walk with immortals, and it is difficult to go to Yunding Mountain when walking with them."

"I'm really envious..."

"Who says it's not..."

The Taoists around me also felt comfortable after hearing this.