In the bamboo house, the Taoist sat cross-legged, staring at the seemingly eternal scenery outside the window, and asked:

"What do you think of this place?"

"Meow?"

"What do you think of this place?"

"It's cool."

"yes."

"It's like being in a rat hole."

"What about the others?" The Taoist turned to her and asked, "Do you feel anything else?" ”

"It's not dark here."

"yes."

"We should put the horses here."

"Good idea."

"That's right!"

The world in this painting is really real and fake.

The Taoist continued to sit here, thoughtful and feeling, and after a long time, he closed the heavy black cloth curtains, lay on the bed, and slept peacefully.

There is a faint feeling of being watched.

Sleep until you wake up naturally, a little trance.

After getting up, I went out with Master Dou to hang out, discussing the world in the painting, and when I came back, I spread the painting paper, talking about the painting skills, how the spirit was born, the taboos passed down from generation to generation by the Dou family and the deep meaning therein.

After a few days, it has benefited a lot.

Song You finally said goodbye to him.

Master Dou was very surprised and wanted to keep him for a few more days.

"It's been more than ten days since I came down, and the harvest is enough, and it's useless to stay for a long time, so it's better to go back and digest it carefully, and come back next time." The Taoist said, looking back at the mountain behind him, "I just heard that there is also a Taoist temple on the mountain, so I should go out to visit it." ”

"Since the immortal master has made up his mind, it is inconvenient for Dou to stay for a long time, if the immortal master comes in again next time, he must come to Dou."

"Okay."

The Taoist agreed to come down and salute him.

He turned around to look at the towering mountain behind him, looked down at the three-flowered cat beside him, and went up the mountain.

……

There is only one way up the mountain, and it takes an hour to hike.

The Taoist temple on the mountain is not big, just a few houses, and there are several Taoist priests in them, and the oldest one is already seventy or eighty.

According to Master Dou, this old Taoist priest only entered the painting decades ago. At that time, life was also embarrassing and helpless, and suffered from natural disasters, and could not survive outside, so when I arrived here, I slowly built the first Taoist temple in the painting on the mountainside, and since then there has been a Taoist temple in the painting.

It is also the only Taoist temple in the world in the painting.

After Song You arrived with the three-flowered cat, several Taoists in the audience were greatly surprised, and after hearing that he came from outside, they were even more surprised, and they gathered to chat with him.

When the old master was still a young Taoist priest, almost starved to death, he came here unintentionally, and did not carry any Taoist classics, and his own Taoist knowledge was also very limited.

As for spells, don't mention it.

Even if there are Taoist priests outside, it will not be possible to have more than nine out of ten.

At present, almost all of the Taoist priests who are nearly middle-aged are the apprentices of the old master after establishing the Taoist temple.

Although the place is harmonious and peaceful, there are also people who like to be pure, or are moved by the thoughts of the old master, so they go up the mountain and become a new Taoist priest to inherit the mantle.

Chatting and chatting, the old viewer was also shocked and walked out tremblingly.

Song You looked back, only to see that his beard and hair were pale, and the whole person was thin, although he could barely walk, but he also had to have an apprentice by his side, ready to support him at any time, the word "oil run out" was very suitable for this old Taoist leader.

Where did Song You dare to sit, and hurriedly got up and saluted.

"In the Lower Song Dynasty, I have seen the master."

"Poor Dao Yuan Mingzi, I have seen Taoist friends ......"

"Lord, please take a seat."

A middle-aged Taoist priest gave up his seat, and the old Taoist slowly sat down and looked at the young Taoist: "Little Taoist friend is from outside?" ”

"Exactly."

The old Taoist priest tried his best to identify his appearance, as if his eyes could no longer see clearly, and his speech was a little unclear, but he still asked, "What year is it outside?" ”

"Four years of Mingde, June."

"Da Yan is still here?"

"It's still there."

"How long has it been since Daoyou came in?"

"About ......" Song You didn't know how to describe it for a while, but he also said, "It's been about ten days." ”

"How have the past ten days been?"

"The villagers at the foot of the mountain are very enthusiastic, they all treat me with good wine and food, except that there is no day and night here, and I am not used to it, but everything is fine." Song You replied honestly.

"Hehehe......"

The old Taoist priest immediately laughed: "It's not dark here, I just came here, I'm not used to it, it takes a long time to get used to it, if you can't get used to it, it's very ......."

"That's right."

"The people under the mountain, every time they hear outsiders coming, they are very happy, and when Poor Dao first came, it was the same, thanks to them......"

"yes."

The Taoist remembered the warmth and hospitality of the villagers in those days, and he was still moved and grateful.

"Where are Daoyou from?"

"Yizhou people."

"Huh?"

"Yizhou people."

Song You approached him and raised his voice.

"Yizhou?"

"Dao Ye has heard of it?"

"I've heard it, but I haven't been there." The old Taoist priest waved his hand at him as he spoke, as if he was afraid that he would not hear clearly, and wanted to say gestures to assist in the explanation, and then paused for a while, as if digging deep into the memories in his mind, and then approached his ear and said, "Poor Dao was originally from Jingzhou. ”

"Jingzhou people?"

"Ah...... Jingzhou people ......"

"I've also been to Jingzhou in the next place."

"What?"

The old Taoist priest not only slurred his speech, but also had bad ears, and it was very difficult to talk to him.

Fortunately, Song You is very patient.

Even the three-flowered cat squatting next to him at this time seemed to be extraordinarily patient, sitting upright, facing them, Song You looked at Song You when he spoke, and looked at the master when he spoke, and he was surprised to see all the Taoist leaders when he spoke.

"Originally, the peasants had no land to plant, everyone could not have enough to eat, and when natural disasters occurred, many people were starved to death on the side of the road. The old watchman tried to say to him, "Do you know that there is a place in Jingzhou called Zhenshan?" ”

"Yes."

"Poor Dao was originally cultivated at the foot of the True Mountain."

"I've heard that a lot of people came from there before."

"That's ......"

"I've been to the real mountain before."

"There are many peaches over there, and they are very delicious, and I don't know if there are any ...... them now."

"It was late autumn when I went down, there were no peaches, and I didn't go to the real mountain, I went to the other side." The Taoist replied truthfully, "It's a pity that I haven't seen it, and I can't tell the viewer." ”

"It's a pity ......"

"yes."

"Poor Dao still remembers that when he was a child, he often went to the mountains to pick peaches to eat, but they were really sweet. When you are born in a good year, you don't have to buy it, you don't have to steal it, and if you say a few good words when you pass by, people will let you pick it. The old viewer shook his head again and again, his voice dragged long, and his face was full of nostalgia for his homeland, "It's a pity, everything in this place is good, but there are no peaches." ”

"When I went down the mountain, there were also people from Jingzhou decades ago, and they also said that they missed it very much." Song You said, "Probably everyone came here like this when they were children. ”

"Who doesn't want to miss that?"

The old watcher paused as he spoke, then turned his head towards him, chattering, and told him that the peach blossom mountain at the foot of Jingzhou Zhenshan was dozens of miles away, and the peaches produced every summer were so sweet and juicy that they were rich.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, his face was full of red, and he laughed a few times from time to time, revealing his only two remaining teeth.

But after finishing speaking, it was like the end of the feast, his expression was also lost, and he sighed and shook his head: "I knew that I should have brought some peaches in at that time, even if I came in with two peach pits......"

"Where did you think about it?"

"Yes...... Old Guan Lord shook his head, "Poor Dao still remembers that it was the ninth year of Changyuan. ”

"There was a catastrophe in the ninth year of Changyuan."

"How long has it been outside?"

"Words ...... in the ninth year of Changyuan"

Song You paused, thought about the calculation, and then replied: "If you are not mistaken, it is fifty-five years from now. ”

"At that time, there were twenty-six ...... poor roads"

"It's eighty-one years old now."

"I'm eighty-one years old."

The old viewer looked up at the sky and sighed.

"The Lord lives a long life."

"What kind of longevity is high, don't fight, don't starve, don't get tired, as long as you can grow big, most people will live a long time."

The old master sighed helplessly, turned his head to look at the few apprentices around him, and said in a loud voice: "Don't sit here, go get some food first, and entertain this fellow Daoist, all go, all go......"

Several middle-aged Taoist priests left.

Some pick vegetables, some take meat and fish, and some make fires and boil water, and they are busy.

Only then did the old master approach Song You and asked again, "Did you come in when you met a person surnamed Dou?" ”

"Exactly."

"How did Daoyou get in?"

"It's also fate."

"Of course, I was able to come in because ...... fate"

"How did the Span come in?"

"How do you get in ......?"

The old watchman looked back at the mountain behind him, squinted his eyes again, and dug for a long time in his memories before he sighed and said: "At that time, we were so hungry that we were looking for a way to live, and when we met a person, we almost were caught by others to eat meat, and after we rescued him, he followed us for a while, and suddenly one day, he told us that those who want to find a way to live can follow him." We are still breathing away from death, and many people believe it, and those who believe it follow him. It was one night, and I couldn't see anything, but I knew how to follow him, and I walked and walked, and I came here. ”

"It's also fate."

"But when he left, he told us, don't tell anyone, and he has never told anyone else about it all these years." After the old master finished speaking, he told him, "Don't talk about it everywhere, lest the gods on the mountain know about it and blame it." ”

"The gods of the mountains?"

Song You glanced back at the top of the mountain and smiled.

"Ahh

"Does the Lord know that there are immortals on the mountain?"

"Yes."

"What does it look like?"

"It's hard to say......"

"Has the Lord seen it with his own eyes?"

"Of course I did!"

The old master immediately widened his eyes and said: "The reason why the poor road built a Taoist temple on this mountain is that when I was young, I went up the mountain to chop wood, and I saw this immortal once on the mountain, and then there were two more times, and some people under the mountain forgot the ancestral teachings left by their ancestors, arrogant, bullying men and women, and being killed by thunder, isn't it also the fairy on the mountain who did it?" Besides, if we can live in seclusion here, aren't we also immortals? ”

"The ...... surnamed Dou"

"I'm afraid it's a change from the gods!"

"I see."

Song You glanced up the hill again.

The cat also turned its head to look up the hill.

But I only saw lush grass and trees, and the setting sun turned into pink clouds behind me, and I didn't see any immortals.

It seems that this painting has a spirit.

When Song You retracted his gaze, the old viewer had already stood up tremblingly and told him to go to Guanzhong for dinner.

There was no reason to refuse, so Song You respectfully supported him and went to the Taoist temple. Several Taoist masters in the view killed chickens, took pickled fish and air-dried meat, although there were only a few dishes, but they were all very large, and a few pots of vegetables occupied most of the table, only thinking that each pot of vegetables was enough for a few people to eat.

It was eating and chatting again, and both parties were very happy.

After eating, Song You was leaving.

The old viewer stood trembling and asked him, "What are your plans in the future?" ”

"I want to go around the mountain, and I'm going to go down the mountain after the turn."

"Poor Dao is to say, what are your plans for the future? If you live at the bottom of the mountain, where will you settle? If you don't have a place to go, you might as well live in a Taoist temple. The old master said, "I am not afraid of the smile of the Taoist friends, when the poor Taoist was outside, the reason why he went up to the mountain to be a Taoist priest was just to eat a mouthful, and when he came in, he was young and did not learn any skills, if the Taoist friends can come, it is also a beautiful thing." ”

"The Lord has good intentions, but he is actually just a fake Taoist priest who doesn't know much Taoist scriptures."

Song You was moved in his heart and gave a sincere salute.

The waist nodded, and the thought came to mind again.

So he raised his head and said to the old contemplator, "I wonder if there is pen and ink in the subjective view?" ”

"My own ......"

"Is there any paint?"

"There are a few."

"Can I borrow it?"

"Go get it!"

After a while, the pen and ink paint came.

I saw that the young Taoist took the pen and ink, looked left and right out of the Taoist temple, found a white wall in the outermost part, painted with a pen, carefully outlined the trunk and branches, and dotted the leaves. Everyone doesn't know this tree, and the old viewer who has long been old and dizzy can't see it clearly, even if the Taoist draws fruit under the branches, many middle-aged Taoists can't recognize it.

It wasn't until the young Taoist put red on the fruit, and ordered it casually, but the ink was smudged with the white wall, which was almost the same as the real peach, that the white-haired old viewer looked stunned.

There is an extra peach tree on the white wall.

The painting skills are not high, and the painting is not very good, but if you put your heart and soul into it, if you have the help of God, you can also draw a little spiritual rhyme.

After the Taoist finished painting, he stared at it for a long time.

Then he blew at the wall.

"Hoo ......"

The painting was immediately full of aura.

It seems that there is a faint white smoke dispersed, and it seems that there is not, everyone only feels that there are some flowers in front of them, some people blink, some people reach out and rub them, and suddenly feel that the painting on the wall has changed a little, more and more real, except for the branches and branches of the peach tree, the color of the branches and leaves and fruits have changed significantly, becoming three-dimensional, light and shadow are distinct.

In a flash, the painting seemed to be no longer on the white wall, but ran out of the white wall.

Wrong!

Where is the painting running out of the white wall?

It's clear that there is a peach tree growing on the wall!

(End of chapter)