I didn't intend to be a Fairy

Maoer Temple in Nanhua County...

Empress Sanhua...

Just treat it like a human being...

Master Kong savored the meaning carefully.

People often say that no one who has lived a long time has never seen a ghost, and this is not wrong. It is also said that craftsmen can be supernatural when they reach the extreme, which is not wrong. For a person like Master Kong, rich life experience and extreme craftsman skills are all accounted for. The theory of ghosts, gods and demons may be a story in the eyes of others, but even more outrageous things have happened to him.

Master Kong immediately understood——

This guest is different from the usual dignitaries, celebrities and celebrities who come to him to buy wood carvings, satisfy their curiosity and increase their knowledge with the mentality of looking for strange people.

This guest is very unusual.

In addition to being polite, Master Kong was also a little more respectful.

"Mr. enters the mountain in the morning and returns in the evening. The mountain road is difficult. I wonder if there will be a meal in between?"

"I met a wild golden monkey in the middle of the mountain, so I asked it to lead the way. I picked a few wild fruits to eat, and the taste was not bad." Song You was also respectful and polite, and he answered with hands, but today he is not out The red tape that is popular in this world is a tribute to the master.

As soon as he entered the house, he looked around.

I saw a room full of finished and semi-finished wood carvings, each of which was lifelike. What's more, the eyes were already extremely vivid, as if it would run by itself if you didn't pay attention. How about engraving eyes.

"Dongyang."

"Master."

"Go kill the chicken."

"good."

Tong'er turned around obediently and left.

Then Master Kong said to Song You and Sanhuamao again: "It's getting late, and the two guests can't go back to the city, so let's have a light meal at the old man's place. I was lucky today, and I picked up some fungi on the mountain and stewed it for my mother." The chicken can cut off the tongue, and the guests will sleep in the old man's place after eating."

"Thank you Master Kong for your hospitality."

"Whether you should be a master or not, you are really old."

"Thank you Kong Daizhao."

"It's all a matter of course."

The crowing and thumping of the old hen could already be heard outside, and soon stopped.

When the chicken soup was stewed, the lamp was already on.

The delicacies of this year are naturally not as good as those in previous lives, but there are a few exceptions. Some dishes will hardly change even after thousands of years, and some dishes may not be as good as this time after thousands of years.

Just like this pot of chicken soup, it’s nothing more than sliced ​​ginger chicken and fungus, just add a pinch of salt, and don’t need to add any other seasonings. This is how it was done thousands of years ago, and it will be the same way after a thousand years.

Wild mushrooms have a unique delicacy, and each kind of fungus is different, and they are irreplaceable by future generations of industrial flavoring agents. Song You also often went up to the mountain to pick mushrooms to eat in Taoist temples. At this time, the ones that can be recognized in the pot are bamboo fungus, matsutake, old man's head, and chicken oil yellow. The chicken soup is golden and thick, with two delicious flavors Mix it together and drink it in just one sip, it will be fresh off your tongue.

This is an irreplaceable mountain delicacy, an indescribable delicacy, and the highest level of hospitality in the mountains and fields.

Song You couldn't remember how many bowls of soup he drank, but he only knew that his stomach was full of water, a large pot of chicken soup was full, and he ate a lot of fungus, but he ate less chicken.

Sanhua Niangniang eats a lot of meat.

It doesn't understand why these humans only drink water and don't eat meat, but they don't dare to ask, for fear of explaining them.

There are stars tonight, and the oil lamp is shaking.

The guests were satisfied, and Master Kong felt at ease. Seeing that Tong'er cleaned up the table, he asked Song You:

"Sir, come from Lingquan County?"

"Come from Yidu."

"Why do you come from Yidu?"

"I don't know about the imperial edict. I come from the Fulong temple in Yinyang Mountain, Lingquan County. There is a tradition in the temple. Every generation of disciples needs to go down the mountain to travel. The shortest is three to five years, and the longest is decades." Song You replied, "And because I am here Growing up in the mountains, I have limited understanding of world affairs, so my master ordered me to travel down the mountain for twenty years to observe the world. I have just arrived in Yidu now."

"That's it..."

Mr. Kong nodded, his eyes thoughtful.

This time I am afraid that I have encountered a real hidden expert.

Fulong Temple...

I seem to have heard it, but I seem to have forgotten it.

"It's just that I don't know why Mr. came all the way to visit the old man. Why do you want to buy a wooden carving? If that's the case, you can choose it, and all the old ones will be given to you."

"I have heard people say that Kong Daizhao's woodcarving skills have reached the pinnacle, and there was a woodcarving that came to life a long time ago. I am curious and admire this, so I came to visit from Yidu, and wanted to see this woodcarving come alive. of divine skill."

"Ha ha……"

Master Kong raised his head and smiled: "That's just a misrepresentation by the world. There is no reason for wood carvings to come back to life."

"Appreciate further details."

"It's been a long time since I was born, I only vaguely remember that at the invitation of Chen Daguan in the city, I carved a goshawk. Because it was so vivid, the onlookers were shocked. Then the wind came outside, and the eagle jumped out of the stool. It fell down and frightened many people, everyone thought it came back to life, but it didn’t.” Master Kong said, shaking his head with a smile, “The world loves to hear this kind of story, and slowly it spreads the story as they love it. The way you listen."

"It turned out to be like this."

"Let Mr. take a trip in vain."

"Where is waiting for Zhao, just a trip in the mountains, or talking with Dai Zhao at night, or this pot of fresh soup, even if there is only one, it is not a waste of time."

Song You smiled, but paused again, then looked around the wooden carvings in the house, and asked: "It's just that there are many wooden carvings in the waiting room, but none of them have carved eyes, why?"

"Sir, I don't know something. Once this dead thing looks too realistic, it will cause great fear when you look closely."

"I see."

Song You nodded thoughtfully.

Can't help but look back at the location of the stove house, the boy is scooping water from the vat to wash the pot, he opened his mouth to speak, but he had no choice but to stop.

"Sir, rest early."

"Please wait for the edict."

"No trouble no trouble."

"Please rest early even after waiting for the imperial edict."

"It's okay, the old man is getting older, and his energy is not as good as before, so he just said that the hospitality is not good enough."

Master Kong glanced at Sanhuamao, he hesitated to speak, finally stood up, bowed hands with Song You, and walked into the room step by step.

Song You also entered the guest room.

There was no other activity at night, once the oil lamp was extinguished, only the sky was full of stars, Song You sat on the bed, did not close the window, let the autumn wind enter the room, looked at the stars and mountains outside, and waited for sleepiness.

Suddenly he felt itchy on his legs, looked down, and saw the three-flowered cat crawling up on him, stepping on his thighs with its round feet, and could feel the plum blossom-like pads.

Gently, crispy and itchy.

Song You was calm on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart.

This was the first time Empress Sanhua was so kind to him.

"Miss Sanhua, is there something wrong?"

"The old man always looks at me."

The three-flowered cat stood on his curled legs, raised its head and stretched its neck to look at him, its four eyes met, and its two faces were very close to each other.

Song You thought about it and organized the following words:

"I once heard that people who are good at painting can't help but stop when they see the wonders of mountains and rivers, and paint them. Presumably people who are good at woodcarving are the same. The Sanhua Empress is beautiful and spiritual. Waiting for the imperial edict should be to carve a wooden sculpture in the image of Empress Sanhua, but due to various reasons, she couldn't open her mouth."

"Why?"

"why why?"

"Why didn't you speak?"

"It's up to him to ask."

"Miss Sanhua, go ask now."

Sanhuamao turned and left without hesitation.

"Hey!"

Song You quickly stopped it.

Not surprisingly, followed by a bunch of why.

Fortunately, he is patient.

It's a long night, but it's a good night's sleep.

When I lived in Tianshui Lane, there would be watchmen in the middle of the night, people shouting to collect night incense in the early morning, and early-rising hawkers selling vegetables, saying that it would disturb people's sleep, which is not necessarily true, but it was noisy after all. In this mountain village, there is really no sound from night to morning. Occasionally a few dogs bark at night, but I can't fall asleep, and the quality of sleep is excellent.

After Song You woke up, he looked for Empress Sanhua on the bed, and found that she was no longer in the room.

He didn't care, put on his shoes and pushed the window.

It was just bright outside, and the village was shrouded in morning mist. It was autumn, the mountains and rivers were clear and the night was frosty, and the trees were dark red and pale yellow. I was already full of energy. Seeing this autumn scene, I woke up all at once.

Pushing the door out, wanting to get the morning dew, but as soon as he walked out of the guest room, he saw someone carving in the main room.

A carving knife handed down from generation to generation, the wooden handle has been smoothed by the palm of the hand, and the blade cuts wood like paper. A piece of high-quality boxwood wood, under the carving knife, the wood chips fall into pieces, it is really like paper, and people can't help but wonder why this wood is so soft and brittle.

The carving knife is in Master Kong's hand.

Master Kong turned his back to Song You, and on the bench in front of him, a three-coloured cat sat upright, and when Song You came, he glanced at him quickly, otherwise he kept his eyes fixed.

is a good model.

The master was so absorbed that he didn't realize that someone was coming behind him.

Song You also held his breath, not daring to disturb him.

Just listening to the rustling sound is very healing.

Master Kong used different carving knives and polished it finely. The sawdust fell like snow. This piece of wood gradually took shape and charm.

It was the three-colored cat sitting in front of him.

The body is well-proportioned and the expression is agile.

When Master Kong put down the carving knife, although the wood carving in front of him still had no carved eyes, it seemed to have come to life, and it was almost indistinguishable from the three-colored cat sitting upright behind him.

Not only Song You was amazed, but even Master Kong, who carved it with his own hands, was shocked when he looked at it carefully.

Until he found Song You behind him.

"Did you sleep well, sir?"

"Excellent, thanks for the hospitality."

Song You replied respectfully, and looked at the woodcarving again. Just as she was waiting to be praised, Mistress Sanhua also jumped off the bench, took a closer look at the woodcarving, gradually opened her eyes, and then looked at Master Kong.

I only heard the Sanhuamao uttering human words, the voice was clear and clear, and the tone was puzzled. He tilted his head and asked the old man:

"How did you know it was in there?"

Song You was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled.

This sentence has surpassed most praises in the world.

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