Dog days, the middle of the night is also cool.

The windows were open, and the wind came in.

In the middle of the room is a clay pot, and inside is a fire rope made by the neighbor next door, which does not burn an open flame, but only burns very slowly, and does not spark, giving off the fragrance of herbs.

The Taoist was lying on the mat, which should have been comfortable, but he had no choice but to cover a three-flowered cat.

Since returning from Beiqin Mountain, Sanhua Niangniang's rat catching business has flourished again. However, in order to continue to catch rats, but also to take into account study and rest, the Taoist told her that it was still the same as before, and the rats of each family were divided into five days to catch them, and each family was caught, and they rested for two days, and then asked for leave if they had something.

Today is a routine vacation, but it is not completely relaxed.

The first is to spend more time learning to maintain your gifted cat design.

At the same time, today's heat is hot, and the sun is extremely sunny during the day.

At night, the moon is good, and the yin energy is also strong.

Sanhua Niangniang's initiates have the spiritual power of yin and yang, and they have to work hard day and night, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

In the middle of the night, the practice was over, although I was very tired and in poor spirits, but because I was usually on the night shift, the three-flowered cat actually didn't fall asleep for a long time. Walking around the room, climbing up and down on the bed, constantly changing positions until he climbed onto the Taoist's stomach, he finally fell asleep.

At this time, he curled up in a ball and slept soundly.

The fire rope repels mosquitoes and calms the nerves, which makes the cat also dream.

The content of the dream is simple.

It was early autumn of the year.

The town under the mountain, the stone arch bridge, the river is murmuring, the dark willow Xiao Xiao, she sat at the head of the bridge and stared into the distance suspiciously, as far as the eye could see, a young Taoist wearing an old Taoist robe that was not as old as it is now, respectfully begged for two small fish in a fishing bamboo basket, wore them with willow branches, and brought them back, saying that it was a dowry for her.

The three-flowered cat stared at him.

At this moment, she felt that she was being held by someone, and suddenly flew off the ground.

Then it was put on the ground again.

The ground was cold.

It's the same as a mat.

“？”

Mats?

The small bridge in the town is gone, the weather in the morning fog is gone, the willows are gone, the fish are gone, everything seems to have returned to darkness, it is gone, and I and the Taoist are gone.

I opened my eyes in a daze, rubbed my paws, and was curled up on the mat, and between the darkness and sloppiness, the Taoist got up from the bed and was walking downstairs.

"Hmm......"

The three-flowered cat rubbed her eyes again.

I was dreaming.

It should be that he was sleeping on his belly, and he was about to get up, so he picked himself up and put it aside.

While thinking about it, the Taoist had already walked away.

"Huh?"

The three-flowered cat crawled up in a daze.

……

The Taoist walked downstairs in the dark.

The moonlight shines through the window, and it's not too dark.

As soon as he walked downstairs, the Taoist sensed that something was wrong.

Looking back—

A confused three-flowered cat also followed him down the stairs, his steps were vain, and he was very unenergetic at first glance.

When the Taoist stopped, so did she.

When the Taoist looked at her, she also looked up at the Taoist.

"Sanhua Niang, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing, Taoist?"

"I'll go to a hut."

"Oh......"

"Why do you want to follow me?"

"Hurry up......"

Sanhua Cat's eyes couldn't be opened, and he was confused when he spoke, but he persuaded him: "Sanhua Niangniang is going back to sleep." ”

“……”

The Taoist was really helpless.

After going to the toilet, I walked back.

The cat seemed to be completely unaware of his helplessness, and while sleepy, she followed him back and talked to him.

"Taoist priest."

"Hmmm......"

"Is it the beginning of autumn today?"

"It's a hot day."

"Then how long is it until the beginning of autumn?"

"I told Sanhua Niangniang before that there are still thirty days, and Sanhua Niangniang knows how long thirty days is." The Taoist voice was soft.

"Oh......"

The three-flowered cat stopped talking.

As a genius cat, how long is thirty days, naturally I know, but knowing is knowing, and I still have to ask.

Lying on the bed, the bamboo mat was cold for a while, and the pillow filled with rice husks sounded a sound of knowingness, not soft, but also very comfortable.

Instead of crawling on his belly again, the cat crawled up to him, stared at him and said:

"Taoist priest."

"Hmmm......"

"Sanhua Niangniang seems to have had a dream just now."

"What did you dream about?"

The three-flowered cat only stared at him with its head tilted, as if it was a little more awake than before, and its eyes were wide open and round in the night, but it refused to speak.

The Taoist turned his head to cast a puzzled look at her.

In the middle of the night, through the scattered light of a ray of moonlight outside the window, only a small cloud of darkness could be seen, and she still did not answer, just looked at him.

"Don't you want to talk about it?"

"I want to talk!"

"Let's talk about it."

"Don't talk about it!"

"Then I won't talk about it."

"Hmm......"

"Sleep."

"Hmm......"

"How about we go to the painting tomorrow?"

"Which painting?"

"Which painting could it be?"

"Go to the painting!"

"I've always wanted to go in and have a look."

"Oh......"

"Sleep."

As soon as the Taoist turned over, he closed his eyes.

Cats open their eyes in the dark, round and shiny, and it is a very common thing for cats to endure long nights.

The next day, in the morning.

The Taoist cooked a bowl of porridge and two eggs.

Sanhua Niangniang is a very good egg partner, likes to eat egg yolks, the most suitable for people like Song You who love egg whites but don't like to eat egg yolks, one person, one cat, one point, everyone is happy.

After eating breakfast and putting away all the pots and pans, the Taoist took the cat to the second floor and stood in front of the painting.

The painting in front of me is still not much different from before.

The carpet-like tasseled reeds nearby, a small road in the middle, leading to the distant Cangshan like a sky wall, the village at the foot of the mountain and the green smoke, the village and the reed dian junction there are many blocks of fertile fields, the law is like a grid on the chessboard, green and yellow, but there have been some changes from the first sight.

In addition, the geese in the sky and the green ox on the ground have changed even more.

The content of this painting seems to be updated once when it is closed and opened, and it changes once a day at dusk when no one is watching, and when someone is watching, there will be no change.

It is worth mentioning that there is also a calligraphy hanging on the top of the painting.

The handwriting on it is not good, but it is neat.

It is written: The thief broke his arm for a year

It is said that in the past few days, there have been several visits from the rivers and lakes.

In the city, they did not dare to gather a crowd to make trouble, so that when the forbidden army came, no one could escape. They also did not dare to come to the Taoist openly, so they often came to visit when the Taoist went out or in the middle of the night, but the Taoist cast several prohibitions and spells on the painting, and asked Sanhua Niangniang to inscribe to remind the thief who came to steal the painting.

If you don't listen to persuasion and touch it without permission, not only will you not be able to take away the paper and the painting will not hurt, but your arm will not obey the call, so many people in the rivers and lakes will flee in a hurry after coming, and they can't even stand on the ground when they jump out of the window.

The number of people who came back these days was decreasing.

The Taoist stared at the painting, and even after so much time, he was still amazed by the subtlety of the spiritual rhyme.

I don't know what it's like to go in.

"Let's go."

"Let's go~"

A word for a Taoist, a word for a cat.

I don't see the Taoist using a brush, only stretching out his hand to lightly touch on the painting, the subtle hook, the spirit is flourishing, and the painting has a few circles of ripples, which seems to be no longer a painting, but has become a door, a window.

"Sanhua Niangniang first."

"Jump in?"

"Hmm."

"You first!"

"Okay, then I'll go first."

"Nope! Sanhua Niangniang first! ”

“……”

The Taoist looked down at the cat.

I guess I know what she thinks.

"Then we'll be together."

So Song You bent down, gently picked her up, didn't say much, just took a step forward, and turned into a wisp of green smoke and entered the painting.

The world changes in front of us, and the seasons change.

In a trance, the Taoist holding the cat has arrived at the path in the painting, there are reeds on the left and right, some people are so tall, smoking snow-white ears, blown by the wind, all bent in the same direction, the wind also brings the smell of earth and reeds, faintly a little damp.

The first feeling of the Taoist is:

Cool!

It's hot summer in Changjing, but it's late autumn here, and suddenly I arrived here from the hot summer, and it was like walking into an air-conditioned room on a hot day.

The wind was blowing comfortably.

The cat in the Taoist arms had already opened its eyes wide, looking left and right.

The Taoist bent down and put her on the ground, and by the way, he twisted some of the dirt on the ground with his hands, held it in front of his eyes, rubbed his fingers, and looked at it carefully. After a while, he put the soil back into the wind, and reached out and grabbed a reed leaf that was bent by the wind next to him, still pinching it with two fingers, feeling its touch and the coldness of the leaf, the moisture inside, and the jagged edges.

The Taoist was thoughtful.

The first thing to do is to turn around and see what's behind the painting's invisible.

But it is not nothingness.

It's a fenced lake.

The lake is very vast, and with good weather, you can see the other side of the lake, which is also a patch of high mountains, and I am afraid that it is dozens of miles away. There are also many reeds growing near the shore in the middle of the lake, and the metasequoia that grows in them is red during this season, and the sky is reflected in the water, half blue and half red.

The surface of the water is constantly rippling, and occasionally the fish and shrimp in the water are active, causing a circle of ripples.

Many waterfowl fly in the air, swim in the water, plunge into the water to hunt, and make calls from time to time.

"Ah~"

What is the world in the painting?

It's clearly the real world.

The Taoist retracted his gaze and looked up at the skywall-like green mountains in the distance.

The village below the mountain can be seen faintly.

Then he took a step and walked that way.

Seeing this, the three-flowered cat hurriedly followed.

When looking outside the painting, the continuous green mountains like a wall of sky are not far away, but when you arrive in it, you still don't feel far away, and you can only rely on experience to know that it is too big and the land is too peaceful.

The Taoist is very patient and walks very slowly.

As you walk, you pay attention to the world.

Whether it is the wind blowing, the road under his feet, the reeds or other weeds around him, the small animals occasionally jumping in the grass, the birds in the sky, and even the changes in the world, he has carefully observed and recorded, the mysterious and mysterious spiritual rhyme between heaven and earth, and the difference between here and the outside world.

(End of chapter)