Chapter 275: Sleepless on a Moonlit Night, May Xiu Yan Be Good (Page 1/1)

Jinhua is named because it is located in the place where the two stars of Venus and Wu Nu compete for China, and it is the transportation hub in central Zhejiang, and has always been the seat of the county government. The two mountains in the north and south of the territory face each other, the central part is flat and hilly, the rivers and streams are vertical and horizontal, and the transportation is convenient;

Yu Tianlai strolled through the streets of Jinhua County, browsing the shops and stalls on both sides of the street with great interest. He was wearing a simple green sermon robe, and his cultivation was all condensed in the flawless golden pill in the dantian, and no trace was leaked to the outside, so no one thought that this handsome and weak young Taoist was the real person in charge of the "Taixuan School", a cultivation sect that has risen in the southeast in recent years.

Because there are many literati in the area, there are many elegant traders on both sides of the street, and you can see stalls hanging calligraphy and paintings or displaying books.

"Little Daoist, won't the materials you said about shaping this girl's body be bought on this street?" A Qing's voice came from Yu Tianlai's sleeve, but only he could hear it.

Yu Tianlai spoke without moving, but the people close to him couldn't hear the voice at all: "Ah Qing, don't be impatient, since Poor Dao promised you, he will definitely do it." ”

Ah Qing's voice revealed a snorting emotion: "You have been grinding all the way, how can the girl believe in you?"

Yu Tianlai reassured with kind words, while continuing to look around, his eyes suddenly fixed on a stall selling calligraphy and paintings on the side of the road, and stopped looking at a hanging picture.

The painting depicts a woman in white sitting by the clear stream and bathing her hair, with long hair like ink, white clothes like snow, a face like peach blossoms, and a weak willow body, as if she has the appearance of a country.

"Does this Taoist chief want to buy calligraphy and paintings?" The guard of the stall was a thin man with gray hair, who saw Yu Tianlai stop and walk, staring at his calligraphy and paintings, and hurriedly opened his mouth to solicit business.

A Qing's voice came into Yu Tianlai's ears again: "Little Taoist, shouldn't you have moved your spring heart?" It's just that the woman in the painting is beautiful, but the yellowing of the painting paper has a history of twenty years. Even if there is indeed someone in the world, that woman should be in her thirties now, and she has already married a wife, I'm afraid it won't be your turn to worry about it!"

Yu Tianlai ignored Ah Qing, walked straight forward, pointed to the painting and asked, "Dare to ask my uncle, who wrote this painting?"

The old man looked at the woman in the painting, his face showed a look of remembrance, and sighed: "This painting is an old and clumsy work, and it should have been twenty years ago." Since childhood, he was obsessed with painting skills and failed to study, and later simply stopped his heart and sold paintings as a business. That year was the day of repair, the old man also went to the stream to wander, and happened to see a peerless beauty by the stream hanging down and bathing, under the amazement, the inspiration burst out, and he hurriedly took the portable painting tools to make this painting. ”

Yu Tianlai asked again: "Does the old man know the identity of the woman in this painting?"

The old man said a little gloomily: "The old man was young at the time, and after seeing this woman, he also had a lot of feelings, so he secretly asked someone to inquire, but learned that she was actually the daughter of Lord Shounie of Jinhua County at that time. Later, I heard that this Miss Nie had a bad fate and died of illness in the year of Shaohua, and I was really sad for a while. To tell the truth, this painting is the most proud work of the old man's life, and it has an extraordinary significance to the old man, if it were not for the embarrassment of life recently, the old man would not be willing to sell it anyway. ”

This old man is also an infatuated person, and he has collected this painting for more than 20 years. Ah Qing's voice sounded in Yu Tianlai's ears again, "Since he took out this painting and sold it, what he said about the embarrassment of life must be true, little Taoist, you must give him a good life." ”

Yu Tianlai smiled dumbly, and said to Ah Qing: "Ah Qing, today the poor Dao will teach you another good one, the most untrustworthy thing in the world is the story in the businessman's mouth." If Poor Dao guessed correctly, then there may be a story, but he transferred flowers and trees to himself, and the purpose was to deceive a wronged boss like you to give more money. ”

Ah Qing reprimanded unconvinced: "Without evidence, you don't want to smear people's innocence out of thin air!"

Yu Tianlai didn't argue, but smiled meaningfully at the old man: "My husband has lived in the land of Wuyue for more than 20 years, but his northern accent has not changed at all, which is also a rare thing. ”

The sad and vivid expression on the old man's face froze for a moment, and he was stunned for a long time before he arched his hand with an embarrassed smile: "The old man is gone, it turns out that the little Taoist is actually an expert. Ming people don't say dark words, this painting is an old painting bought for one or two silver, and it can't be sold for many days. If the Taoist leader is sincere in wanting to buy it, he still takes it with one or two pieces of silver!"

This time, Yu Tianlai did not bargain, and happily took out a tael of silver and handed it to the old man.

The old man quickly pocketed the silver, and with the same swift movement, he took off the scroll and handed it to Yu Tianlai, and his expression was clearly afraid that he would regret it.

Yu Tianlai took the scroll in his hand, shook his head and was about to leave. After only a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Poor Dao hasn't asked the old gentleman for your surname?"

The old man was very startled when he saw him stop, and when he heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and arched his hand: "It's good to say, the old man's surname is Ning, and his name is Caichen." ”

Accidentally hearing the name "Ning Caichen", Yu Tianlai was slightly stunned, then shook his head and smiled, and once again sighed that although this world is inextricably linked with the story of talking about foxes and ghosts, it is too different after all.

It wasn't until Yu Tian came out of Jinhua County and walked to the door of a dilapidated and desolate temple in the southern suburbs of the city that Ah Qing was still worried about the matter of Fang Cai, and scolded the old man non-stop. Even hating Wu and Wu Di did not like the picture scroll that Yu Tianlai held in his hand, and commented on the woman in the painting, anyway, it was too fat horizontally and too thin vertically, in short, Yu Tianlai's one or two silver was too worthless.

Yu Tianlai turned a deaf ear to this, just looked up at the plaque on the temple door, and under the thick layer of dust and cobwebs, he really saw the words "Lanruo Temple".

Thaksin stepped into the temple, saw that the temple hall is grand, the pagoda is Lingyun, it is a Zen forest holy land, but it is a pity that all the buildings are dilapidated now, the courtyard is longer full of artemisia grass one person high, only the door window lattice of a row of Zen rooms in the south is spotless, and it seems that someone often cleans up.

Because he sensed that there was no one in the deserted temple, Ah Qing had already flown out of Yu Tianlai's sleeve and stood on his shoulder. Seeing such a scene in the temple, she finally let go of the previous topic and said curiously: "Is there anyone living in this ghost place?"

Yu Tianlai said with a smile: "I don't know if there is anyone living in the poor road, but we will live here tonight." ”

By the time the red sun set in the west and the moon rose in the next month, Yu Tianlai had already lived in a meditation room. He didn't light the fire, but sat cross-legged on the cloud bed indoors, his eyes slightly closed to recuperate.

Ah Qing changed to a sitting position on his shoulders, his two little eyes were closed, and his little head was quite regular little by little, but it seemed to be sleeping. I just don't know how she fell asleep with a carved wooden puppet.

As the night deepened, Yu Tianlai and A Qing suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, and at the same time they heard the door of the hidden room being lightly tapped, and then a pleasant voice came: "Dao Chang Fengyi, the concubine is really admired, the moonlit night is sleepless, I wish to cultivate Yan well." ”

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