Danqing hands belong to the seventy-two lines.

My grandfather is the folk Danqing master.

In the 60s, there was no way to do the work of hand-painting Danqing for people's portraits, so my grandfather began to help people paint portraits.

At that time, photography was a luxury, and it was a popular industry.

In addition to buying a coffin for himself, the elderly will also find a painter to paint the portrait in advance.

My grandfather told me about many taboos, such as that the person who died has a resentment, and the portrait should not be painted too similarly, and the eight-point portrait is enough. Painting too much resemblance will make the deceased think that he is still alive, and resentment will cling to the portrait.

From now on, the owner's family will be restless.

I learned the skills of ink and blue from my grandfather since I was a child, and I have heard some troubles caused by breaking taboos, so I will tell you about it.

After graduating from university, my grandfather returned to his hometown to care for the elderly, and I took care of his gallery in the city, helped people sell on consignment, and collected some valuable calligraphy and paintings.

One afternoon last summer, a few people in suits and leather shoes came to the store, saying that his boss had paid 30,000 yuan to ask me to come to paint the portrait.

Those who sell jade have the rule of "jade can't be used", paint portraits, and also have the taboo of "can't paint the door".

Portrait painters never come to the door to paint portraits of people, unless they are dead.

It's a lot of money, but how dare I break the rules left by my ancestors. The excuse was politely declined.

The man didn't worry when he saw my refusal, he sat down opposite me in a dead posture, and the bodyguard at the door blew everyone into the store away.

I didn't have any big business in this store for ten days and half a month, so I just stared at him.

Not long after, he took out his mobile phone to chat with people on WeChat, and I glanced at him curiously, and this time I happened to see a picture on his mobile phone screen.

It was a painting of "Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest", and most of the vigorous brushwork was a masterpiece. The painting is a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, a pair of tiger eyes are red, and it looks full of evil.

That picture looks like it's a screen in the room, so I said that this picture is fierce enough.

After hearing this, the man looked up at me and sneered, you don't even dare to come to the door to paint a portrait, and you still know feng shui?

I learned Danqing with my grandfather when I was six years old, and it was really unpleasant to be ridiculed by such a layman. I pointed to the painting on his phone screen and said to him, "I know more than that, this painting runs through with tea water, and it obviously shows signs of aging." ”

There was something wrong with the painting, but when I saw the inscription on the painting, I thought it was familiar, but I couldn't see it clearly.

When the man heard this, he laughed and said, "If you have the ability, you can go with me to see it, and if you are right, I will give you 100,000!"

The opening is 100,000, which is simply inhumane.

However, I am more concerned about the inscription on the painting. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to go with them and find out about the payment first.

I got in the car with them and there was hardly any communication the whole time.

The scenery outside the car is becoming more and more remote, from high-rise buildings to green trees, all the way to Banliang Mountain, a suburb of Yuncheng, the famous "rich area".

The car stopped in front of a villa, and a middle-aged man greeted him at the door, talking decently but not lacking the majesty of the superiors, he introduced himself as Chen Huaisheng, saying that it was my grandfather's old acquaintance.

It's just that my grandfather has been a poor painter all his life, when did he meet such a rich friend?

He didn't talk about the portrait directly, and said Little brother, are you interested in my family's tiger roaring mountain forest map?

I nodded, it seemed that his men had already told him about it. Then he led me straight through the door.

The hall of the villa is very magnificent, with crystal chandeliers and artworks of different styles, and the "Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest Map" is hanging in the middle hall of the hall at this time.

I went over to confirm the payment for the first time, but unfortunately it was not what I thought, but this painting was indeed made old with tea water, and this painting is very evil hanging here.

I said to Chen Huaisheng, "This painting shouldn't be here. ”

Chen Huai's expression did not change, and asked me to talk about why.

"The ancients had clouds, tigers entered the middle hall, and families were ruined. The tiger in this painting is majestic and swallows the world, but the more powerful the tiger in the painting, the more unfavorable it is to the fortune of the family. ”

From ancient times to the present, the ancients have paid attention to the freehand landscape of the ancients, the characters are danqing, and what paintings are hung at home. Ordinary people, the most taboo is to hang tiger pictures or plum blossoms at home.

Chen Huaisheng showed a look of appreciation on his face and shouted hello!

"It seems that you have obtained the true inheritance of your grandfather, this is the feng shui painting bureau of your Danqing lineage, right?"

I nodded, it seems that Chen Huaisheng knows the situation of my family very well, and he actually knows about the Feng Shui Painting Bureau.

At that time, my grandfather was looking at the feng shui painting bureau for the village accountant, but he was beaten as a counter-revolutionary and almost died. However, grandpa's ability is real.

In the house, hanging landscape paintings is the most ideal feng shui pattern, the so-called "mountain management of people, water management of wealth." ”

Therefore, hanging landscape paintings is very auspicious.

Usually a non-feng shui landscape painting is hung on the wall behind the sofa, forming a pattern of mountains and rivers dependent on the sofa.

Water represents the source of wealth, the flowing waterfall means that the source of wealth is rolling, it is very good, the mountain represents the backing mountain, the back is against the mountain, no matter what you do, there will be a backer, so it is very ideal to hang a landscape painting in the living room.

And Chen Huaisheng hung a painting of a tiger in the living room, which was already a big taboo and would attract evil spirits. Ordinary people can't bear it, but Chen Huaisheng resisted, and his family has a lot of money, but there are two sides to everything. He must have something tricky to do, or he wouldn't have provoked his men to come here.

Chen Huaisheng told me that he knew that he had committed a taboo, but he had to hang this tiger picture, otherwise his family would die!

Chen Huaisheng said that when his father was young, he had dealt with people who were on credit. That's what his family owes.

Knife man on credit......

This profession has been around for a long time, and they claim to be the apprentices of Guiguzi and understand the theory of yin and yang.

Whenever there is a major event in the world, the person who takes the knife on credit will carry scissors, kitchen knives and other daily necessities to the streets and alleys to sell.

But they didn't take any money at the time, leaving only a "proverb" that if the buyer agreed, they could take the thing.

As they say, "When the price of rice rises to one piece, come and collect the bill." "It is likely that the price of rice was only two cents at that time, and many people felt that they could not reach that price no matter how much it rose, so they happily took the things.

However, with the improvement of people's living standards and the rise of prices, the price of rice has really reached the price that the credit knife people said at the beginning, and then they will come out to collect the debt.

Chen Huaisheng's father and son were from Guizhou, and their ancestors were farmers in the village, Chen Huaisheng was only ten years old at that time, and the country's economy was not developed in the seventies and eighties.

That year, there was a 'credit knife man' in the village, scissors, kitchen knives, farm tools did not cost money, and the person who asked for it promised a "proverb" and could take it. At that time, Chen Huaisheng's father, Chen Guoming, took a firewood knife from the person who gave the knife on credit.

And the man with the knife stared at Chen Guoming for a long time, and finally left a proverb.

When a bleeding tree is cut down, the account is to be charged tenfold.

Chen Guoming is an old farmer, and it is common to go up the mountain to cut firewood, and he has never heard that trees can bleed. immediately agreed to the knife man on credit, and happily took a firewood knife home.

After a month, Chen Guoming cut firewood in the mountains in the evening, and saw a half-withered pine tree, which was a good material for burning fire.

The next day, as soon as Chen Guoming got up and stepped out of the door, he saw the villagers in the village surrounding his yard, looking at him like a monkey.

When I asked, I found out that there were blood stains from outside the village that had spread to his doorstep. Someone asked Chen Guoming if he had caught a boar in the mountains and if he could get some meat.

Chen Guoming remembered the dead tree he cut down yesterday evening.

When I found the dead tree, I saw that the broken wound of the dead tree was dripping with scarlet liquid, which was exactly the same as blood. At that time, Chen Huaisheng was also there, and he also asked Chen Guoming why the tree was bleeding.

However, Chen Guoming was in no mood to pay attention to him. After dispersing the villagers, they picked up the dead trees and buried them at the foot of the mountain outside the village.

Trees bleed, which Chen Guoming had never encountered, but this was exactly what the swordsman said, and he would definitely come over to collect the debt.

In that era when he was not wealthy, if he really bought a firewood knife at ten times the price, Chen Guoming was afraid that he would be skinned by his daughter-in-law.

He didn't know what his father said to the knife man on credit, but the money didn't come out anyway. However, something happened that night.

That night he saw his father kneeling in the courtyard with the dead tree that should have been buried at the foot of the mountain. He saw his father kowtow to the dead tree constantly, and each time the dead tree grew a few inches taller. In the end, the father pulled out his belt and prepared to hang himself on the tree, and the blood tree also bloomed...

Chen Guoming did not die, but he woke up but went crazy, holding the blood tree every day in a crazy way, without a home with pillars, and his life was even more miserable.

At that time, they didn't understand, but in fact, the blood tree was a valuable medicinal material. And he also looked for people to see it in his early years, and they all said that this was the fate of offending the knife man on credit, and the curse of the knife man on credit.

And this tiger picture is hung in the family house, which is used to calm the evil spirit of the person who is on credit. Fight the evil with the evil!

Then, Chen Huaisheng rolled up the sleeves of his arms, revealing a brown skin. Like tree bark.

He said this was the curse of the Shedao people.

I looked closely, and under his skin, I could vaguely see something bubbling out. The skin was rough and cracked, and bleeding was still oozing in several places. Chen Huaisheng, who should have been pampered, now seems to have no good meat.

I said, "Old man......

Chen Huaisheng finally introduced the topic, saying, my old father has been suffering all these years, and the old man can't support it for long, that is, these two days. Everything that should be prepared is ready, and now a posthumous portrait is left for future generations to admire.

Later, Chen Huaisheng took me into a room with a strong smell of disinfectant water in the air, a few medical instruments in the room, and a nurse standing by the bed with her back to us.

The nurse left the bed with an extra set of IV syringes in her hand. At this time, I could see the situation on the bed, and even though I was mentally prepared, I couldn't help but take a step back.

Mr. Chen on the bed can no longer be said to be a "person", and his whole body is covered with patches of black-brown "bark", each bark is about two fingers wide, growing out of his body like scales.

In the cracks of these barks, some thick yellow-green liquid also oozes, and it seems that under this bark, the human body is undergoing a process of decay.

I was nauseous, and the smell of disinfectant water in the room seemed to be mixed with the smell of decay.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing, I couldn't believe how people could still live under the torture of this strange disease?

At this time, in addition to his eyes, Old Man Chen's face was covered with "bark", and he couldn't see his original appearance, let alone painting him in this situation, I am afraid that he would not be able to recognize him as a living person.

Somewhat tricky, however, not without a method.

I asked Chen Huaisheng for a set of silver needles.

The female nurse who took care of the old man was deaf and mute, and Chen Huaisheng used sign language to make a gesture with her.

The female nurse quickly brought the silver needle.

I walked over to the bed, and the silver needle in my hand was supposed to have been used before.

After disinfection.

I pierced the center of my eyebrows with the first needle, which is an ancestral method, a silver needle to probe the bone.

Some of the families of those who died young, or who died young, would ask a painter to come to their homes to paint their portraits, and among those who died, some of them drowned, were not salvaged in time, and soaked in water for several days, and they were already soaked without human appearance.

Their situation is roughly the same as that of Old Man Chen, but they can't see their original appearance. These family members want to leave a portrait of the deceased, and they often come to Grandpa, just because Grandpa has this unique skill.

The contours of a person's physiognomy depend largely on the bones of the face. As the name suggests, my grandfather passed on to me this 'silver needle probing bones'.

Just like archaeologists will use instruments to scan the remains of ancient people, so as to use technological means to restore the appearance of ancient people. The two are similar.

Grandpa told me that this set of stitches can only be used on dead people. At this time, Old Man Chen was already half dead, and he didn't know if he had broken the rules.

After the needle was applied, the silver needle had to be kept on Mr. Chen's face for a period of time, and during this time, I began to sketch the basic outline on the drawing paper.

It took me two hours to finish before I put down my brush. Chen Huaisheng didn't know when he had gone out. Only the deaf nurse remained by the bed.

I walked up to Old Man Chen and pulled out the silver needles in turn.

As soon as he pulled out the silver needle in the center of his last eyebrow, a pair of frightened eyes suddenly opened......