Nanhua County Maoer Temple ......

Sanhua Niangniang......

Just treat it as a human being......

Master Kong savored the meaning.

It is often said that there is no one who has lived for a long time who has not seen a ghost, and there is nothing wrong with this. Some people say that there is nothing wrong with the craftsman being able to understand the mind to the extreme. For people like Master Kong, rich life experience and extreme craftsman skills are accounted for, and 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 not the same as the usual dignitaries and celebrities who come to him to buy wood carvings, satisfy their curiosity and increase their knowledge with the mentality of searching for strange people.

This guest is very unusual.

Master Kong was polite, but also a little more respectful.

"Mr. enters the mountain in the morning and returns in the evening, the mountain road is difficult to walk, I don't know if there is food in the middle?"

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

As soon as he entered the house, he took a look around.

I saw a room full of finished and semi-finished wood carvings, each of which was lifelike, and even more, it was already extremely vivid without carving out the eyes, as if it would run on its own if it was not careful, and it was hard to imagine what it would be like if the eyes were carved for it.

"Dongyang."

"Master."

"Go kill the chickens."

"Okay."

The boy turned around and walked away.

Only then did Master Kong say to Song You and Sanhua Cat: "It's not early, the two guests can't go back to the city, let's have a light meal here at the old man." Today, I was lucky enough to pick up some mushrooms on the mountain, stew an old hen to make my tongue fresh, and after eating, the guests slept here. ”

"Thank you, Master Kong, for your hospitality."

"The master should not be deserved, he is old."

"Thank you."

"It's all a matter of course."

The cries and flutters of the old hen were already heard outside, and soon they stopped again.

When the chicken soup is stewed, it is already in the palm of the lamp.

The cuisine of this year is naturally not comparable to the previous life, but it also has nothing to do, some dishes have hardly changed in 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 is nothing more than ginger sliced chicken and mushrooms, just add a pinch of salt, and don't put any other seasonings, this is the practice thousands of years ago, and it is also this practice thousands of years later.

Wild mushrooms have a unique deliciousness, and each type of mushroom is different, which is difficult to replace by industrial umami agents in later generations. Song You also often goes up the mountain to pick mushrooms to eat in the Taoist temple, at this time, the pot can be recognized as Zhusun matsutake mushroom, see the hand green old man's head and chanterelle yellow, etc., the chicken soup boiled out has become golden and thick, the two umami flavors are mixed together, just drink one sip, it is really the tongue can be fresh.

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

Song You can't remember how many bowls of soup he drank, but he only knew that his stomach was full of water, a big pot full of chicken soup was at the bottom, and he ate a lot of mushrooms, but he ate less chicken.

Sanhua Niangniang eats a lot of meat.

It didn't understand why these humans only drank water and didn't eat meat, but it didn't dare to ask, for fear of making sense of them.

Tonight there are stars, and oil lamps are shaking.

The guests were satisfied, and Master Kong felt comfortable, and when he saw Tong'er tidying up the table, he asked Song You:

"Mr. from Lingquan County?"

"From Yidu."

"How did you come from Yidu?"

"I don't know anything about the edict. In the lower from the Lingquan County Yin Yang Mountain Fulong Temple, there is a tradition in the view, each generation of disciples need to travel down the mountain, as short as three or five years, as long as decades. Song You replied, "And because I grew up practicing in the mountains since I was a child, my understanding of world affairs is limited, so Master ordered me to travel down the mountain for 20 years to observe the world. Now I have just walked to Yidu. ”

"That's ......"

Mr. Kong nodded, thoughtful in his eyes.

Now I'm afraid I've met a real hidden master.

Fulongguan ......

It seems that I have heard it, but I seem to have forgotten it.

"It's just that I don't know what happened when Mr. came from afar to look for old decay? But want to buy a wood carving back? If so, even if the gentleman chooses, the old decay will be given to the gentleman. ”

"I have heard people say that the wood carving skills of Confucius have reached the peak, and there were wood carvings that came to life in the early years. I was curious and admired about this, so I came to visit from Yidu, wanting to see the psychic skills that make wood carving alive. ”

"Haha......"

Master Kong raised his head and smiled: "That's just a misinformation from the world, how can there be a reason for wood carving to come alive." ”

"I want to hear about it."

"It's been too long, I only vaguely remember that at that time, at the invitation of Chen Daguan in the city, he carved a goshawk, because it was too lively, the onlookers were shocked, and then the wind came outside the house, and the eagle fell off the stool, which frightened many people, everyone thought it was alive, but in fact it was not." Master Kong said, shaking his head with a smile, "The world loves to hear this kind of story, and slowly the story becomes what they like to hear." ”

"That's exactly what happened."

"Let the gentleman run empty."

"If you wait for the edict, only one line in the mountains, or talk with the edict at night, or this pot of fresh soup, even if there is only one, it is not empty."

Song You smiled, but paused again, then looked around at the wood carvings in the house, and asked, "It's just that there are many wood carvings in the edict house, but they haven't carved their eyes yet, why?" ”

"Sir doesn't know that once this dead thing looks too realistic, there will be great fear when you look closely."

"I see."

Song You nodded thoughtfully.

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

"Sir, rest early."

"I'm sorry for the trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble."

"Please rest early."

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

Master Kong glanced at the three-flowered cat, and stopped talking, but finally stood up, bowed to Song You, and walked to the room step by step.

Song You also entered the guest room.

There was no other activity at night, as soon as the oil lamp went out, only the sky was full of stars, Song Youpan sat on the bed, did not close the window, and let the autumn breeze enter the room, look at the stars and mountains outside, and wait for the sleepiness to come.

Suddenly felt itchy and crispy on his legs, looked down, and saw the three-flower cat crawling on him, with round little feet stepping on his thighs, and he could feel the touch of the plum blossom-like flesh pad.

Gently, crispy and itchy.

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

This is the first time that Sanhua Niangniang has been so cordial with him.

"Is there something wrong with Sanhua Niangniang?"

"That old man always looks at me."

The three-flowered cat stood on his coiled legs, looking up at him with its neck stretched, its eyes facing each other, and its two faces close together.

Song You thought about it and organized the following language:

"I've heard that people who are good at painting see the wonders of a landscape and stop and paint it. I think the same is true for those who are good at wood carving. Sanhua Niangniang is good-looking and spiritual, and the Kong edict should want to carve a wood carving according to the appearance of Sanhua Niangniang, but for various reasons, he couldn't speak. ”

"Why?"

"Why, why?"

"Why didn't you speak?"

"That's going to ask him."

"Sanhua Niangniang, let's ask."

Sanhua Cat did not hesitate, turned around and left.

"Eh!"

Song You hurriedly stopped it.

Not surprisingly, followed by a bunch of whys.

Good thing he was patient.

The night was long, but I slept well.

When you live in Tianshui Lane, there will be a husband in the middle of the night, someone will shout in the early morning to collect the night incense, and there will be a hawker who gets up early to sell vegetables, saying that it disturbs people's sleep, but it is not necessarily, but it is noisy after all. And this mountain village really has no sound at night until morning, and occasionally a few dogs bark at night, but they can't fall asleep, and the quality of sleep is excellent.

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

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

Outside the sky is just bright, the morning mist surrounds the village, it is autumn, the mountains and water are clear and the night is frosty, several trees are dark red and light yellow, they are full of spirit, see this autumn scene, they are awake all at once.

Pushing the door out, I wanted to get the morning dew, but as soon as I walked out of the guest room, I saw someone carving in the hall.

A carving knife that has been passed down from generation to generation, the wooden handle has been rubbed by the palm of the hand to make it smooth and shiny, and the blade is as sharp as paper. A piece of fine boxwood, under the carving knife, the sawdust fell like paper, and one could not help but wonder why the wood was so soft and crunchy.

The knife was in the hands of Master Kong.

Master Kong turned his back to Song You, and on the bench in front of him, a three-flowered cat sat upright, only when Song You arrived, he glanced at him quickly, and then he didn't squint.

He's a good model.

The master concentrates on it, and does not realize that he is behind him.

Song You also held his breath and didn't dare to make a sound to disturb.

Just listening to the rustle of the sound is very healing.

Master Kong used a different carving knife, polished it finely, and the sawdust fell like snow, and this piece of wood gradually took on a shape and charm.

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

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

When Master Kong put down the carving knife, although the wood carving in front of him still did not carve eyes, it seemed to come to life, and it was almost indistinguishable from the three-flowered cat sitting behind him.

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

Until he found Song You behind him.

"Did you sleep well, sir?"

"Great, thank you for your hospitality."

Song You replied respectfully, looked at the wood carving again, and was about to praise it, Sanhua Niangniang also jumped down from the bench, looked at the wood carving a few times, gradually widened her eyes, and then looked at Master Kong.

I only heard the three-flowered cat speak out, his voice was thin, his tone was puzzled, and he tilted his head and asked the old man:

"How did you know it was inside?"

Song You was stunned when he heard this, and then a smile bloomed.

This sentence is better than most of the praise in the world.