Guanjue Shitai categorically denied the existence of the Beamless Temple.

"I only know that there is also a Taoist temple called the Silver Tile Hall in this mountain, and there are several Taoist priests living there."

The questions Ai Xiaoluo wanted to ask were all sealed by Mrs. Shi.

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, Huihong walked into the abbot's room with a tea tray, skillfully washed the cup and filtered the tea, and handed two cups of red-orange tea to Ai Xiaoluo and the fat man: "The two donors, please use tea." ”

The fat man took the teacup and drank it all, maybe the tea was too hot, and when he poured it into his mouth, he spit it back halfway, and the fat man fanned his tongue in extreme pain.

Ai Xiaoluo picked up the white porcelain cup and sniffed it in front of his nose, a wisp of sweet tea fragrance was refreshing. Amber tea, the soup is bright and crystal clear.

He has never drunk this kind of tea in the cultivation of Longhu Mountain. This is the rock tea Da Hong Pao of Wuyi Mountain. It is said that the yield is very scarce, only 2 mother trees grow on the misty mountain rocks, and there are special guards, not to mention drinking tea, ordinary people can't see it. The white porcelain cup in the hand, the fetal quality is delicate, the painting is exquisite, this is a bone porcelain specially made by Jingdezhen for the emperor, the fetus is thin and clear, smooth and smooth, a rare baby.

Ai Xiaoluo got up and thanked him: "Thank you, Shitai Xiangcha, if you guessed correctly, it's the big red robe of Wuyi Mountain, right?" ”

The crown master was stunned: "Oh? The donor is very knowledgeable about the tea ceremony! ”

"I don't dare to be it, I have tasted it a few times with my tutor since I was a child."

Ai Xiaoluo's topic seems to be a bit far, but it has aroused the interest of the crown master.

"Do you have a master? Who is your master? ”

"Longhu Mountain is a real person."

Guan Jue Shitai's face changed, and then he regained his composure, and this slight change was quickly captured by him: "Can Shi Tai recognize the family teacher?" ”

"Oh, I've heard that there is no intersection between the real names of Wuwei people, and the poor nuns cultivate in the Red Camel Mountain, and they have little contact with the outside world."

Ai Xiaoluo didn't believe what Mrs. Shi said, he picked up the teacup and asked, "Mrs. Shi's fragrant tea came from afar, how can you say that there is no contact with the outside world?" ”

Mrs. Shi was very calm: "Did you say this tea?" I don't really understand. Every year, we go to visit the old fairy Zhang in the village and bring him a small gift, which is something that the owner gives back to me. ”

Ai Xiaoluo nodded, Shitai's explanation was impeccable and reasonable, and he could no longer have doubts. Turning his face, he found that there were two portraits hanging directly opposite the door, one of Shakyamuni and the other of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"These two paintings are truly masterpieces with smooth lines, staggered colors, and lifelike figures."

The crown master stood up from the futon, only to see her legs and feet, and she couldn't notice the old Longzhong: "Did the donor say these two portraits?" I'm ashamed...... It was a painting made by the poor nun a few years ago, but now that he is old, his eyes can't keep up, so the painting is shelved. ”

Ai Xiaoluo showed a happy expression: "It turns out that Mrs. Shi is still a master of painting!" The younger generation also learned to paint for a few days in Longhu Mountain, can you make a portrait of Shitai? ”

The crown master sneered: "The poor nun is old, the youth is no longer there, and the old Longzhong looks ugly, so let's draw my two apprentices." Huihong, take pen and paper, and paint. ”

The fat man leaned over curiously and looked at Ai Xiaoluo holding the paintbrush.

"Do you still have the skills to do this?"

Ai Xiaoluo picked up a 2B pencil: "You still have a lot to learn, watch it from the side." ”

A few strokes outline the outline of the crown master.

The Guanjue Master hurriedly stopped: "Donor, draw my apprentice." ”

Ai Xiaoluo smiled and shook his head: "The master taught me a trick of painting, I can draw the appearance of a young girl who is too young." ”

Ai Xiaoluo said this, which really surprised the crown master, and her curiosity was immediately beaten, although the teacher was too old, she also wanted to know the subtlety of Ai Xiaoluo's painting.

Huihong heard that Ai Xiaoluo could draw the appearance of the master when he was young, she covered her mouth and smiled: "Lord Ai Shi is joking, right?" My master has never had a single photo in his life. If you want to draw him as a young man, who would believe it? ”

Guanjue Shitai's face sank: "Huihong, don't interject!" ”

Huihong bowed to the master and withdrew.

"The donor said that I can paint the appearance of the poor nun when he was young, I am very interested, then paint a picture for me, if the painting is good, prepare a meal for you, if the painting is not good, you will go down the mountain overnight."

The fat man was very nervous: "Let's stop drawing, let's go down the mountain quickly." ”

Ai Xiao glanced at the fat man, and the fat man retreated in interest. Sitting there with a teacup and watching quietly.

The crown master is sitting in a precarious position, and Ai Xiaoluo is picking up the drawing board in front of the teacher, looking up and down, and tracing.

An hour and a half later, Ai Xiaoluo put down his paintbrush and let out a sigh: "Please be too eye-catching."

One hundred and twenty people don't believe that this young man has painted himself as a young girl.

Ai Xiaoluo slowly turned the portrait around...... Observing the Crowned Master.

When this portrait was presented in front of her in its entirety, the smiling face of the Champion Shitai instantly stiffened! His eyes widened, tears rolled in his eyes, and his lips trembled and said sadly: "Sister ......" knelt in front of the portrait and cried bitterly.

The fat man was stupid and wanted to help, but was stopped by Ai Xiaoluo.

The portrait is a young woman in red, with complaining eyes, staring fiercely at the crown master, holding a unicorn seal ribbon in her hand!

The crown master was in tears, "Sister...... I'm sorry for you...... It's all my fault for being confused......

"Erya, you are so ruthless! I was kind enough to take it in, but you took revenge on my officials, and caused my sister to be a lonely ghost underground, I worked so hard! We're sisters! Why do you want to do this? Kill me, why not let my soul come to life? ”

Sister, I finally see you...... Over the years, I have often dreamed of your voice, and I have been disturbed by it. That's fine...... Take me away! It's really enough to live, it's too painful...... If I say all these words from my heart, I will die blindly...... My sister hurt my sister's life, and I felt guilty, afraid that my sister's ghost would find me for my life, so I found a mage to give my sister a soul charm when I was buried......

"Hehe, hahahaha......" Xiao Cui's ethereal laughter echoed in the room!

"Nonsense! If you hurt me, why do you want to murder your husband? You said! ”

The crying of the crown master suddenly stopped, her eyes widened in horror, and blood flowed from the corners of her eyes! Lying on the futon without moving.

With a clear memory, Ai Xiaoluo drew the female ghost Xiaocui in red completely.

The first time she saw the best teacher, Ai Xiaoluo was startled, it turned out that the appearance of the master was very similar to yesterday's red-clothed female ghost Xiaocui. Xiaocui stated her grievances to him, but before she could tell where the victim's sister was, she was destroyed by Zhang Zhiye. Today, he had the wit to look like a female ghost in red, tested the reaction of the Crowned Master, and used the Taoist "Excuse Transmission" spell to talk to him, but as a result, the dose of his prescription was too great, and the Crowned Master was too frightened and overfrightened, and the Seven Orifices bleed to death.