There is a purple sun view in the west of the north city of Beijing, the age is long, the scale is large, because it is known as the miracle, in recent years, the incense is prosperous, the believers are very many, especially the people are praised for the murals of each hall in the view, the color is bright, fresh and smart, it can be called a wonderful product.

The people who live near the Ziyang Temple, especially the elderly, have more or less heard a legend about the murals of the Ziyang Temple when they were young.

It is said that more than 100 years ago, the view of the temple at that time saw that most of the murals in each hall were mottled and dim, and even some were already blurred and difficult to distinguish, so they spent a lot of money to ask for the famous calligraphers and painters in Beijing and even the world to repair and repaint.

Because the price of the viewer was extremely high, the matter was rumored for a while, and it really attracted several Danqing masters, all of whom were respectfully invited by the viewer.

Although these people have their own division of labor and do not interfere with each other, everyone has a competitive heart after all, and they often compete secretly in private, wanting to use this to divide the superiority.

After a long time, these people also know each other, and when the murals in each side hall are all completed, but the main hall is not moved, the viewer gathers everyone, solemnly thanks, and offers a much higher price than originally said, but one of the most outstanding painting skills of the national hand has nothing.

When everyone saw it, they knew the meaning of the Lord, and they were ashamed of it, and they left happily.

The national hand was then invited into the main hall by the viewer, and saw that the original murals in the hall were exquisite and abnormal, which were several points higher than those in the side hall, but they were damaged and it was a pity.

This is not surprising, he came to do this, seeing this scene, has already seen the hunting heart, strange is that there is an old painter in the hall, a destitute and poor appearance, is standing under the east wall, rolled up his sleeves, holding the pen to paint.

The national player was very annoyed, and reprimanded: "Where did the ignorant craftsman come from, and you can get your hands on such treasures?"

The old painter turned a deaf ear, but instead painted a large piece of the wall beyond recognition.

Seeing this scene, the national hand was even more angry, and immediately stepped forward to stop it, but was stopped by the spectator on the side, saying that this old painter was a hermit, and it took a lot of money to invite the lady out of the mountain.

This national hand is really a person who really loves painting, and he persuaded the master to no avail, although he was angry, but he was reluctant to leave with his sleeves, so he went to the west wall of the palace, and tried his best to learn all his life, so that the old painter who did not know the so-called shame and retreated.

A few hours passed, the national hand on the west wall of a statue of the god half repaired and half repainted, raised his eyes to take a closer look, saw the natural color, fine texture, not only restored the old view, but also better than the original, the heart can not help but be proud.

He remembered the old painter, turned around and looked to the east, which did not matter, only to see that the east wall was full of smoke and light, and it had been completed.

The national hand didn't believe it, blinked his sour eyes, looked again, and saw that the east wall had been painted with immortals, spirit officials, golden boys, jade girls, stars, wind, rain, thunder and lightning gods, the characters are complex, but the demeanor is different, the same is all smart and vivid, full of style, clothes and belts when the wind, as if swaying in the wind, more and more these immortals like real people, want to fly out of the wall. In particular, there is an unknown statue of Tianzun, which is majestic and profound, and a pair of eyes point directly to people's hearts.

This national player was already in turmoil, and he glanced at Tianzun coldly, and his mind was taken away by it, and he knelt on the ground at the moment, bowing more than once, and his head was bleeding without knowing it.

The old painter standing under the east wall saw it, sighed, and said: "I don't want to be itchy for a while, and I have a competitive heart, but it's okay, I regret that I shouldn't put the finishing touch on this god." ”

As he spoke, he raised his sleeve and flicked it against the wall, and the picture of the fairy god on the wall disappeared without a trace.

The painter raised his head suddenly, and saw that there was only a white wall left in front of him, and his heart was stunned, and when he went to look for the old painter again, he was already gone.

When Liu Tugou listened to Sang Yuan tell this legend, it was already sunset.

In the afternoon, Liu Quzhi and other black crows were put forward from the Yada Prison in Chang'an County to be sentenced to death row and verified their identities one by one, which took a lot of time.

During this period, Liu Tugou spoke, ordering Liu to go to the sick and wait for the inspection to be correct, and then send the people back to the camp of the southern army camp to settle down, and by the way, all the black crows above the elder were summoned to gather in Ziyangguan before sunset.

Later, Liu Erye had a long conversation with Yu Yulin, and talked about some things in the north and south of the Yangtze River, temples and rivers and lakes, although they could not be called friends, but they were also close and familiar with a lot.

Only then did he bid farewell to Chang'an Ling unhurriedly, looked for someone to ask for directions, and went straight to Ziyang Temple.

When I got to the ground, I saw that the gate of Ziyang Temple was open, and there were no Taoist priests in half of them, but there were many black crows in and out.

In the farther places, the people who lived near the left watched from afar, but no one dared to approach.

Sang Yuan, who had been waiting at the door of the Taoist temple for a long time, saw the second master and immediately greeted him, and briefly explained the situation in this Taoist temple, especially the scale layout.

When Liu Tugou heard this, he didn't have any expression on his face, he just snorted: "Those disciples and grandchildren of Lingshan are also single, and when they see that things are not harmonious, they will give up the great foundation." Hey, first the Runan Wang Po Temple was home, and now our crow army occupies the Taoist temple as an official office. ”

Sang Yuan saw that his master seemed to be in a bad mood, so he couldn't help but be more cautious, and his thoughts changed, and he deliberately mentioned the legend about the mural that he had just heard, and Yi Bo Second Master smiled.

By the time the story was finished, the two men had entered the front hall and looked at each of the idols and frescoes on each side.

Liu Tugou was not in a hurry to go to the back main hall to look at the legendary east and west walls, but walked back to the center of the front hall, lit the candles all over the hall, and looked up again at the statues of several gods enshrined in the center.

Sang Yuan observed the words and looks, and saw that the second master was a little interested, and hurriedly explained: "This front hall is called the Fulu Suxi Palace, which is specially designed to worship the four good gods and heavenly officials of Fulu Suxi, because the god of good fortune is the head, and it is also called the prayer hall. Previously, this Ziyang Temple incense was prosperous, mainly because of the credit of this hall, after all, what people in the world wanted, it was probably these four things. ”

Liu Tugou nodded, and suddenly said, "I didn't know that this blessed god was born so ugly." ”

Sang Yuan followed the gaze of the second master, and saw that the god of fortune at the head of the four good gods, although he was a human body, he was also wearing a simple robe of a scholar, but a head on his neck was in the shape of a beast, like a tiger but not a tiger, and the leopard had round eyes, sitting cross-legged on the back of a big wild boar, which was really vicious and weird.

Sang Yuan was also speechless, it was not easy for him to figure out this great avenue view and some legends and anecdotes in a short period of time, but he never paid attention to this statue.

The gods of Lu and longevity on both sides of the god of fortune are decent, the former is the appearance of an official with a high crown and a broad belt, and the latter is an old man with a cane with kind eyebrows.

As for the happy gods, there are only gods, but there are no gods, which is also very peculiar.

Liu Tugou stood in front of the statue and pondered for a long time, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sang Yuan stood aside respectfully, completely unable to see the crazy appearance of killing on the battlefield.

When Liu Tugou came back to his senses, he looked outside the hall and saw that night had fallen.

He suddenly said: "Let's also learn from King Runan, and these statues won't move." ”

Sang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly agreed.

Liu Tugou said, walked out of the temple gate, stood on the steps, and looked down.

In the spacious courtyard in front of the hall, countless torches were burning, and the black crows who had come by order stood in a neat procession, all of them standing solemnly and silently.

In the Ziyang View and in front of the Blessing Hall, only the voice of Liu Tugou was heard.

"Call everyone here today, firstly, to recognize the door, and secondly, there is something to discuss with everyone, and in the future, we will edict the charter of the Nanya. ”

Yang Xiongji took a step forward, half-knelt on the ground, and said in a loud voice: "What else to discuss, the second brother single-handedly entered the Runan Palace, avenging our brothers and other brothers, such a high righteousness, no one will accept it! Presumably, Lord Dutong has already made a bamboo in his chest, but there is a fate, I will wait to go to the soup and fight the fire, and I will not give up!"

Then, a group of black crows knelt down one after another: "I am waiting for the second master's order to obey!