New White Snake Asking Immortals

Bai Yujun stood in front of the main hall.

The stone buildings have been slightly deformed for too long, and there are a few signs of repairs. There is no way. In the long history, it is inevitable that ill-minded people will start wars. The wars destroyed countless valuable buildings, but some can be repaired and restored. More forever disappear.

Seeing the deep and shallow scratches on the wall made by knives and axes, I raised my hands to smooth them out but couldn't.

Shaking his head, he looked up and read the stone carvings on both sides of the main entrance.

"The palace is open during the day and the wind comes to sweep..."

"The clouds declare themselves at dusk..."

Smiling slightly, I always feel so free in Taoist temples, which is hard to describe in words.

Crossing the threshold and entering the main hall, he bowed his hands, walked around and looked around and then left the main hall. There were not many Taoists in the temple, and his life was poor but naturally simple. Bai Yujun felt very satisfied and could rest here and play slowly.

Find a smooth stone and lie down on it, rest your head on your hands and watch the sea of ​​clouds leisurely.

Bai Yujun felt that for a divine beast like him, whose lifespan was infinite and had almost no beginning or end, it was better to keep an open mind on everything. Anything that could not be ignored would be destroyed directly at its source.

Fat Tiger was lying next to him. Although he didn't understand what the boss was doing, he looked very powerful.

Pilgrims and tourists stood in the distance and whispered, the novelty was over and they began to busy themselves with their own things, some burned incense and prayed for blessings, some breathless and beat their backs, and some scholars were looking for inspiration and wanted to make a splash.

The Taoist priests were busy receiving the guests.

As the saying goes, people become better with age, and the old Taoist has more experience than the young. After thinking carefully for a while, he suddenly stamped his feet vigorously and quickly ordered his disciples to prepare a few things.

Take out the tea leaves that have been stored for a long time.

Use a bamboo tube to get mountain spring water from behind the Taoist temple, boil it, make a simple pot of tea, bring it to Bai Yujun on a tray, pour it into the teacup without saying a word, and hand it over respectfully.

Her small nose twitched, attracted by the aroma of tea, and she reached out to take the cup and taste it.

It tastes really good.

It tastes better than the tea that was painstakingly made in the palace. Unexpectedly, there are unexpected rewards from mountain climbing.

The tea cup was put back, and the old Taoist poured another cup, and they just drank tea slowly and looked at the scenery with the little one. The tourists and pilgrims thought that the Taoist respects the monks. Among so many people, only the Taoist knows best. He knows that he should not tell the truth when he sees it, and he should do things seriously and humbly. .

The fat tiger's big head came closer to smell the smell, shook his head, and then turned his head to the other side.

Bai Yujun drank fragrant tea and looked at the white clouds in the mountains.

“Good tea”

After taking the last sip and putting the teacup back, I actually understood what the old Taoist was thinking.

"After drinking your tea, I should return the favor."

The old Taoist quickly lowered his head.

Bai Yujun waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say anything more.

"Take paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and make a picture as today's tea money."

The old man holding the tray bowed his head once again after hearing this, turned around and walked back without saying a word, walking as fast as the young man, fearing that the mysterious guest would regret it, and his joy was beyond words.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find the writing brushes collected by the founder, a group of Taoists hurriedly dug out the best paper in the Taoist temple and took out various materials for drawing talismans. The pilgrims looked at it with blank faces.

Bai Yujun and Fat Hu walked to the edge of the cliff on the other side. There was a flat boulder sticking out of the cliff two feet away, with an incense burner at the front.

Seven or eight Taoists came to the cliff with paper, ink, pens and inkstones.

The fat tiger squatted nervously, not daring to step on the rickety-looking boulder. It was true that the tiger had the habit of standing on the rocks and roaring, but it would never be so exciting.

The breeze that was blowing just now stopped inexplicably, and the clouds lingered over the green pines and mountains, which was very beautiful.

He grabbed the white paper from the old man's hand and flicked it forward. The paper was spread on the stone with a clatter.

The pen is too big for little hands. I hold the pen barrel with five fingers and dip it into the ink. I pick it up and look at the tip. I shake my head and dilute the ink again. I try several times to find the right concentration.

The materials for drawing symbols come in various colors, and Bai Yujun feels that he can draw new styles.

Taking three pens in each hand, he squatted down and started painting.

Isn’t the reputation for being the best in painting skills in the wild not only good but also fast? It is a completely new painting style for the old Tao and others. It was not until this moment that they suddenly realized that Nvwa was extraordinary and full of passion for painting. expect.

The mountain gate, the sea of ​​clouds, and the condescending and oppressive dragon. The mountain gate occupies a relatively small area at the bottom of the painting. In the vast sea of ​​clouds, the huge and majestic dragon's body turns several times and the dragon's tail cannot be seen, which disturbs the clouds and mist.

The old Taoist became more and more shocked as he looked at it. Isn't this the scene he saw in a trance?

The huge divine dragon looked down from high above, its divine power coming towards him!

The details have been perfected little by little. You can see the water on the stone steps of the mountain gate after the rain. The clouds and mist seem to be carrying water vapor, and the sky is so unattainable.

After a while, the pen tip clicked on the dragon eye.

Bai Yujun looked small and serious when squatting.

Throw the pen back casually.

Taking a deep breath, his face quickly puffed up into a puffy face, and he blew gently on the huge painting.

"call"

The paper trembled slightly, and for a moment, the dragon seemed to be really moving, and the clouds came to life, and then quickly returned to calm.

Bai Yujun shook his arms and stood up, lamenting that this body was really too weak and weak.

Just forget about practicing, because it’s not necessary.

"This painting can protect the peace on the mountain. Don't even think about taking the mountain to give away or sell it. If there is any violation, the sky will take back this painting personally so that you can take care of yourself."

After talking, I walked to the end of the boulder to look at the scenery. Many Taoists thanked me and picked up the painting as if I had received a treasure.

Surprised, they were curious about who the girl was. The only veteran who had some vague guesses couldn't figure out the truth. As the saying goes, dragons soar across the world, but no one could see the legendary dragon with their own eyes. Everything that happened today was so mysterious and unexplainable. Can't figure it out.

Bai Yujun was sitting on the edge of the stone, with his arms propped up and his legs dangling outside.

It's just a painting. Since it's fate that I can come to climb the mountain, I should get the treasure. As for the future, I have to leave it to fate.

If you are lucky, it can be preserved for a thousand years, but if you are not lucky, it can be preserved for two to three hundred years.

When fate finally comes to an end, in the future, the admonitions circulated will gradually turn into legends. Maybe with just an idea or a reason, someone will always want to take this painting down the mountain. There is no regret or regret, after all, nothing in this world will last forever. banquet.

Several Taoists retreated and left, leaving Bai Yujun alone in silence.

Fat Tiger simply lay down and licked his paws. He looked up from time to time to see what the boss was doing, and opened his mouth to yawn due to sleepiness.

Bai Yujun felt that it was time to pay attention to the prehistoric situation, so he sat on the edge of the rock and closed his eyes...

Tianzhu Peak, Bai Yujun's eyes flashed in the ice, and his consciousness instantly returned to his original body. After one glance, he was instantly projected to the small world.

Bai Yujun opened his eyes on the edge of the rock.

The white clouds in front of me are peaceful and peaceful, but the main world of the prehistoric world is still the same, with wars happening everywhere.

Immortals, demons, and ghosts fight each other, and mortal emperors conquer each other year after year. It’s chaos, it’s so chaotic.

"Jump, jump. When this dragon goes out, everything will be cleaned up. The good environment will be messed up. Alas, it will take tens of thousands of years of hard work to recover."

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about the bad things for the time being and continued to watch the clouds change.