Zhu Ping'an followed a middle-aged Taoist priest up the steps to the altar, looked at the dazzling array of ritual offerings on the altar, sniffed the strong smell of incense, and couldn't help but shake his head gently. Any piece of ritual utensils on this altar is enough for a well-off family to chew.

Yuan Wei was on the highest altar, and he caught a glimpse of Zhu Ping'an shaking his head and sighing from a distance, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips to reveal a mocking smile, hum, boy, donkey skills are exhausted!

So, surrounded by the smell of incense, Yuan Wei began to brew a chapter of green words.

Soon after ascending the altar, Zhu Ping'an saw that the Taoist priests standing under the altar with magic weapons began to dance a very strange dance, reciting some kind of scriptures loudly in their mouths, and from time to time waving magic weapons to make various actions such as greeting and driving away.

Dancing God......

Zhu Ping'an pursed his lips and summarized the behavior of the Taoist priest under the altar in his heart.

After the Taoist priest under the altar danced the great god, several Taoist priests brought pen and ink peach charms and other things from afar, and sent them to each altar one by one, for Zhu Ping'an and others to use to write green words and couplets.

Brushes, peach charms, rattan paper, paperweights and other things are varied, but no ink has been found.

"Dare to ask the chief, where is the ink?" Zhu Ping'an stopped the Taoist priest who sent him to the altar and asked.

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled when he heard this, pointed to one of the jars of viscous gold dust and smiled, "My lord, this is ink." ”

"Is this ink?" The corners of Zhu Ping'an's mouth twitched.

"Exactly, this is a thousand feet of gold milled powder, blended with the fairy liquid of the master, Zhaiqiao green words, couplets are written with this ink." The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded. There was a little pride in his eyes, and he seemed to be very satisfied with Zhu Ping'an's reaction.

Hearing this, the corners of Zhu Ping'an's mouth twitched even more. It's like you've fallen into an evil spirit.

"Are you alright?" The middle-aged Taoist priest asked in surprise.

"Nothing." Zhu Ping'an looked at the jar of gold dust weighing several catties, and the voice in his mouth almost came out of his teeth.

What a waste!

This is Zhaiqiao, this is clearly burning money! The ink is actually made of gold ground into powder! The fairy liquid in the mouth of the Taoist priest is probably ordinary water, or some kind of clear oil, and this kind of ink is too luxurious. After this fasting, this gold dust alone can't use as much as 100 catties!

There are too many places in this Zhaiqiao ceremony that make Zhu Ping'an lose his eyes!

It seems that these gold dust will have to be justified by these Taoist priests after using up this Zhaiqiao! Just look at the golden thread of their robes!

The middle-aged Taoist priest finished sending the pen and ink for writing green words and couplets. I got off the altar, and I guess there are other things going on. Only Zhu Ping'an and another middle-aged Taoist priest who arranged magic utensils and other things on the altar were left.

The Taoist priest had already said before leaving, Zhu Ping'an was going to write five couplets and a green word. It is used to set up the altar.

Seeing that the other Hanlin on the altar had already started writing, Zhu Ping'an also collected his thoughts and prepared to write couplets and green words. This is not difficult for Zhu Ping'an, and it is not difficult to write a couplet. It's a kind of couplet. It's just a green word style. The Taoist priest sent eight brushes just now, maybe it was the auspicious number "eight", or it was probably that it was more expensive to make ink with gold powder.

Looking at the brush on the table, Zhu Ping'an was thoughtful.

Zhu Ping'an laid out the table, took a brush, dipped it vigorously in the gold dust, dropped the brush on the green rattan paper, and wrote a "emperor" with the pen.

This word proves Zhu Ping'an's conjecture just now. The movement of the pen is noticeably less fluid than that of ordinary ink, with a grainy undulation. The brush is also a little forked, just now the Taoist priest sent so many brushes probably because of this kind of gold powder pen!

After confirming what he thought in his heart, Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly, and then dipped the brush in his hand into the gold dust again, completely immersed in it, and then lifted the brush out of the gold dust, and his wrist was slightly forced, and it fell on the green rattan paper again.

As soon as the pen was dropped, the brush showed a serious fork, and then Zhu Ping'an lifted the brush.

"There are a few more brushes to prepare, the pen is heavier, and the brush is not able to be used." Zhu Ping'an shook the obviously forked brush in his hand and said a word to the Taoist priest who placed the magic weapon on the side.

"Wait a minute, sir." The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, then turned around and got off the altar.

When the middle-aged Taoist priest got off the altar, Zhu Ping'an put the brush dipped in gold powder in his hand into the sleeve pocket without a trace.

Do it when you dare to!

Instead of being greedy for ink by these Taoist priests, it is better to keep some for yourself temporarily, and give it to those who need it more when the time comes!

In addition, this is also an unwritten convention, in ancient times there was a pen fee, that is, the cost of brush loss. I remember the last time I had dinner, I heard a certain Hanlin say that writing in the West Garden, you can take the brush home, which can be regarded as a holy reward. But at that time, Na Hanlin was a little disdainful, what do I want so many brushes for

But, ahem, ahem, oops, that's weird, I just love these brushes.

What to do, I can only thank the Lord Long.

It was natural to take another brush, Zhu Ping'an dipped it in gold powder, and the rapid movement of the pen wrote the first couplet completely: the emperor blessed the nine dooms to cut the three disasters; Purple pole cripping Xuan collection of thousands of auspicious and blessed people.

After writing the first couplet, Zhu Ping'an dipped the second brush in gold dust, and then put it in his sleeve again. At this time, Zhu Ping'anjue's ancients' sleeve bag is really a good thing, big and easy to use, and many brushes can fit down

After Zhu Ping'an finished writing this first couplet, the Taoist priest who went down to the altar to take the brush came up again, and this time he brought a full ten brushes.

"There's a long way to go." Zhu Ping'an thanked him.

After writing couplets, Zhu Ping'an is full of thick gold powder before writing every time, and then writes with a pen, almost after writing a few words, Zhu Ping'an is full of more concentrated gold dust again, and then just after the pen is dropped, he shook his head gently, and the brush is forked and can not be used, and then quietly put it in the sleeve, and then change a brush.

In order to change a few more brushes, Zhu Ping'an's back four couplets are very long, for example, the fourth pair is to use the couplet written by Yuan Wei a few years ago:

The grass of the yarrow is written, the number of days is five, the number of the earth is five, the number of five is twenty-five, the number is born in the Tao, the Tao is the beginning of the heavens, and there are no two on it;

Intercept the bamboo tube to the rhythm, the yang sound six, the yin sound six, six six thirty-six sounds, the sound in the sky, born Jiajing Emperor, the emperor ruled for 10,000 years.

This is Yuan Wei's couplet, of course, there is a difference from Yuan Wei's original couplet, the difference is big and big, not big or big, but it doesn't matter, do you have to be original to write a couplet, every year every year every door hangs a couplet, almost every pair must have at least millions of the same. In addition, there are still many differences between this couplet and Yuan Wei's original couplet.

Of course, in order to prevent criticism, Zhu Ping'an's other couplets are original, such as the fifth couplet is an original long couplet:

Long Fei has forty five years, celebrating the first five counts of the sky, the five numbers of the earth, the five things are repaired, the five blessings are prepared, the five generations are in the same hall, and the five colors are brilliant and colorful;

Crane counts the third day of the eighth day, wishing longevity eight thousand for spring, eight thousand for autumn, eight yuan in, eight Kaideng, eight tones from the law, eight winds ethereal play Danqi.

Long Fei has five years in his forties, corresponding to Emperor Jiajing's forty-five years old this year; The crane counts the eighth day of the third month, and it is said that today, that is, the eighth day of the third month of the month. As for the couplet, there are some words that praise Emperor Jiajing's sycophancy.

After writing five couplets, Zhu Ping'an already had ten brushes in his sleeve! These brushes Zhu Ping'an has no intention of taking them for himself, waiting to be given to those who need them more in the future and used in more needed places! I believe that any use is more valuable than today! (To be continued.) )