And when they entered the city, the ground was much cleaner.

It's a lot easier to walk.

The Taoist people were not in a hurry, walking along the street and passing through the city.

Slowly returned to Willow Street.

The willow tree in the middle of summer is lush, there is a small building, the door is inserted with the word "Dao" flag, there is a shop sign of "removing rats and worrying", but the door is locked, and no one sets up a stall at the door, it is very clean. It seems that no one knows that the matter of the Taiwei Mansion that caused a storm in the city a few days ago was done by the Taoist priest who lives here.

The Taoist walked over slowly and opened the door.

"Squeak......

Open the door and close it again.

However, the wooden door is not tight, and the afternoon sunlight shines through the crack in the door, shining a thin diagonal line in the dim room, and when I first enter, my eyes are not used to it, and I feel a little dim, but after only a moment, I can catch the scattered light in the room.

There are hardly any changes in the home.

The contrast between the dimly lit room and the dazzling light on the floor, the scorching sun and the coolness of the room, is the feeling of summer.

"Alas......"

The Taoist sighed, unloaded his bag, and sat down on the high bench.

"Alas......"

Another thin sigh.

The little girl in the tricolor dress sighed and followed his example, jumped with her back to the high bench, jumped up and sat next to him, and turned her head to look at him.

Rest after exertion is the most comfortable.

The Taoist sits here, and the girl learns from him to sit here, and neither man nor cat cares about the passage of time.

It was probably almost dusk, and the Taoist was tired from sitting, so he got up and went to pick up the package.

The girl jumped down from the high bench and followed him, tilting her body and tilting her head to watch him untie the tarpaulin, open the box, and take out the painting.

The Taoist ignored her.

The scroll is more than half a man long, but when it is unfolded, it becomes its width, and it also becomes a horizontal batch that became popular in the previous dynasty, nearly a man long.

The biggest difference between the so-called horizontal batch, also known as horizontal hanging, and the hand scroll is that it can be hung on the wall.

Song You went up to the second floor and looked at the room.

The house is not small but not small, and thanks to poverty, there are no decorations on the walls, only a flat one.

I took out the hook I bought on the road, carefully measured the width, pressed it to the wall, and it was deeply embedded in the wall.

Then the Taoist stood in the room, stood in front of the painting, quietly watched the painting, and felt the mystery.

At some point, the little girl turned back into a cat, crouched at his feet, and looked up with him without saying a word.

I had seen it once in front of Dr. Cai's thatched hut on Beiqin Mountain before, but now I look at it again, and I am still amazed and still have different feelings. What's more, hanging it up at this time and taking a closer look, it is naturally different from what Master Dou showed him roughly on the mountain before.

Among them, the spirit is subtle and amazing.

Who said that spiritual charm and mystical things are only exclusive to those who practice the mysteries?

Whether it was Dou everyone back then, or Master Kong today, they were all mortals, but the skills were superb, Dou everyone waved a pen, and it became a world, Master Kong carved a knife and chisel, and the wooden cat came true.

Counting the ancestors of Fulongguan in the past dynasties, each has its own strengths, but on the road they chose, how many of them came to an end? How many people have the skills of Dou Da in painting and Master Kong in carving?

Isn't this a god?

And even more amazing is the process.

The Taoist couldn't help but think about it again, just like when he was in Master Kong's house in Yizhou-

What kind of world is this?

An ordinary painting, no matter how profound the painting skills are, no matter how exquisite the pigments are, no matter how rare the painting paper is, how can it connect the mysteries of heaven and earth, nurture the natural charm, and finally become a world of its own?

In this process, there are no answers.

It is the essence of the world and the end of the road.

At the beginning of Master Kong's house in Yizhou, everything was very short and could not be seen clearly, and Song You could not leave the cat who wanted to pursue freedom because he wanted to practice and understand. Now it's different, this painting is hanging upstairs in his house, you can look at it slowly, feel it slowly, and think about it slowly.

It was an amazing opportunity.

Thank you to everyone Dou and Master Dou.

At this time, the more I looked at it, the more I was amazed, and I was gradually moved by its charm, attracted by its subtlety, and it was difficult to extricate myself.

I don't know how time passes.

The cat at his feet didn't know how many times he yawned, how many postures he had changed, and how many times he had left, and from time to time he glanced at the Taoist and pulled his trouser legs, only to see that he ignored himself, and then put down his front paws, shook his head, and then walked away to play by himself for a while, and came back after a while.

And so on.

It was getting dark, and the painting was no longer visible.

The Taoist suddenly woke up.

When I looked down, I saw that the cat was beside me, lying on the ground yawning, but I also followed his example, staring up at the painting.

As if noticing, she turned her head to meet him.

The Taoist thought for a moment, realized a little, and looked at the painting.

Just now, he had the feeling of forgetting the time, because of the previous experience of Genting Mountain, he was afraid that he would take a look here, and unconsciously a long time had passed.

But now that I think about it, I should just be obsessed with it, and it's not a more mysterious thing to be too obsessed. Although this painting hides a rare spiritual charm in the world, everything here and now is different from the situation of Genting Mountain at that time, and the original experience should be difficult to replicate.

What's more, this is a painting, and it can't be seen as soon as it gets dark.

"Daoist, what's wrong with you?"

"Not really." The Taoist replied, bowed his head and asked, "Is Sanhua Niangniang also looking at the painting with me?" ”

"Look at me, too."

"Did the Sanhua Lady see what the door was coming to?"

"What is a doorway?"

"It's the feeling."

"Did the Taoist priest see what the door was coming from?"

"See."

"That Sanhua Niangniang also sees a little!"

"That's right."

The Taoist nodded, thinking it was good.

Taoist priests have to look here, Sanhua Niangniang naturally has to look here, Taoist priests have seen a little doorway, Sanhua Niangniang can naturally see a little doorway, there is nothing wrong.

I saw that the Taoist stretched out his hand, and with a flick of his fingers, several spiritual powers flew into the painting and disappeared.

Then he turned and went downstairs.

I walked a lot of muddy roads yesterday, my shoes were covered with mud, and the hems of my robe and trousers were stained a lot.

The three-flowered cat shook his head, and suddenly came to his senses, and the four little feet ran fast, followed him downstairs, and sat next to him to watch him do his laundry.

Highlight an inch without leaving.

"Taoist, why don't you come out without clothes? That way it won't get dirty and you won't have to wash it. ”

"How can I have the ability of a three-flower lady."

"You're amazing!"

"That's not as powerful as Sanhua Niangniang."

"That's right!"

The Taoist always lowered his head and cleaned carefully.

In the following days, the Taoist would open and close the door several times a day when he went out to buy food, and the door was always locked. Even sometimes he refused to go out to buy food, but invited Sanhua Niangniang to go.

And most of the time he stood upstairs, facing the paintings on the wall, and stood for a day.

It just so happened that the ten taels of silver given by the water ghost of the Yudai River had been obtained, and the silver money borrowed by Wu Nuxia from the people in the rivers and lakes and the income from selling swords in the ghost market were also divided into more than half of Sanhua Niangniang, and the Taoist and Sanhua Niangniang didn't have to cook by themselves these days, and it was okay to buy food and meat outside every day.

Just teach Sanhua Niangniang the concept of money, how to use money, how to deal with people, avoid being deceived in the future, and by the way, you can also exercise your arithmetic ability.

Coming back and boasting a little bit can also bring her a sense of accomplishment.

Just to show an attitude.

Just like the previous Taoist went out of the city to search, it seemed that it was only a few days, but in these few days, the closed door and the removal of the "exorcism and demon" shop sign were enough to let those powerful and clear streams who learned the news know his attitude, thoughts and preferences. Now that I'm at home, I can actually open the door, just close it for a few more days, and say a lot.

After a while, most of the people who are sensible, sensible, and polite will not come again.

Sanhua Niangniang often turns into a human form, writes downstairs, writes for most of the day, and does not forget to go upstairs a few times in the middle to look at him.

Sometimes she will turn into a cat, run out to play, catch cicadas in the willow tree, or lie at the door to bask in the sun and take a nap, or go out to hunt other cats, naturally, the mouse catching link every night is also indispensable.

The heroine brought her own straw ropes and smoked mosquitoes for them.

Sanhua Niangniang gave a few rats, which was counted as a gift.

It wasn't until one evening at the end of May that the Taoist finally rested and stretched out of the house.

I changed into ordinary clothes and went out for a walk.

Approaching the dog days, it gets hotter and hotter every day, often muggy, and it will be slightly better at dusk, but this evening is windy, and it is rare to be comfortable.

The Taoist walked around, walked to the teahouse diagonally opposite, ordered a good pot of tea, and sat down in the corner to drink slowly.

Wait for the sky to darken.

There is no curfew in Changjing, and there are still many people who drink tea at night, some people play some gambling games, some people listen to the storyteller's storytelling, and some people get together to share things that only belong to friends.

Next door, there were a few literati, drinking tea and reading the sermons.

Song You knew after listening to a few words.

It was Cui Nanxi who wrote the story of Yunding Mountain.

"Cui Gong's article is really well written, and there is finally a good article." A literati nodded.

"Cui Gong himself is erudite and talented, and his writing is outstanding, but he has been trapped in the book for a long time, trapped in place for a long time, and has not seen the vast world." Another literati replied, "However, since Cui Gong was relegated to a remote place in Pingzhou, his vision and temperament are naturally different from before, and when he meets immortals, he naturally gets a masterpiece." ”

"In my opinion, it is also stained with the immortal spirit, this story is already interesting, as long as it is written truthfully, it is a masterpiece, but if it is written better, it may be able to be passed down through the ages."

"What Brother Outai said is also reasonable......"

"However, Cui Gongjie is a weak scholar, and he actually has the courage to climb over the iron rope, which is not something that ordinary people can do. The feeling of passing the iron rope is not something that anyone can write. Moreover, if it weren't for Cui Gong and someone else, I am afraid that even if he met an immortal, it would be difficult to walk with him, and it would be difficult to walk to Yunding Mountain with him. ”

"I'm so envious ......"

"Who's to say it's not......"

The Taoist people around him listened to it, and they felt comfortable in their hearts.

(End of chapter)