My Taoist Career

"Master, do you still have a name called Shouping?" I really couldn't figure out who this person was, so I decided that Master lied to me. He used to have a nickname called Shouping.

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. This is a painting that your master got when he was young. This painter is called Yun Shouping, who lived in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. He is very good at painting lotus flowers. If you don't The skeleton is directly rendered in ink, but it has a strong character. It is really a master of "boneless painting". Your master loves good calligraphy and painting, and he helped some literati with strong character. He was never greedy for gold and silver. He often asks for some calligraphy, of course it’s fine if he doesn’t give it, and he doesn’t force it.” Old man Jiang picked up the painting carefully, looked at it carefully, and explained to me in a rambling manner.

I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't tell, so I subconsciously asked, "Is there anything I don't want?"

"Basically, I will give it. Your master didn't get calligraphy and painting for money, but really just for appreciation. He often said that it was incredible. Many people have never been in touch with Taoist metaphysics in their lives, but there is a Taoist rhyme in calligraphy and painting. They are really masters. Your master I, too, have followed your ancestor in love of calligraphy and painting, and I have been fortunate enough to acquire some calligraphy over the years."

The old man Jiang’s last words hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I finally realized that something was wrong. My master has acquired some calligraphy over the years, and it must be a painter from the time when he was alive. Yun Shouping's painting! !Just now the master clearly said that Yun Shouping was from the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. My master only met the master in 1922. My master...

My heart jumped up 'thump-thump-thump'. This was even weirder than seeing a ghost. For a while, I felt a dry mouth. Who said children have no wisdom?Just to meet something that makes him mobilize all his mind to be serious.

The sudden quickness kept me calm. After all these years, I know that my master is very talkative and loves to talk a little bit, and he likes to cover up and pretend to be mysterious. I have to find a way to set the tone.

After being silent for a while, I asked, "Master, Master is so rich and likes calligraphy and paintings, can't you buy them yourself? You have to ask someone else."

"You know what, when did your master get rich? He cultivated by himself, and brought a few apprentices. It's not bad if it's not poor enough to jingle, and whoever owns things like calligraphy can really talk about fate. Sometimes It is not something that can be measured by money." Old man Jiang seemed to be immersed in those lotus flowers, answering my words one by one.

"Master didn't buy paintings? I don't believe it. I love to eat 'Goban'er candy' (Gobaner, Sichuan's name for stones, mostly referring to stones by the river), and I couldn't help but want to buy them." I tried my best to pretend to be very disbelieving, old man Jiang just couldn't stand it.

"You, your child's realm can be compared with that of your master? Your master has never bought paintings, and those cultural relics have been handed over, except for those ancient books! Your master is a person who doesn't even pay attention to his own life. I won’t spend my money on those places.” Sure enough, old man Jiang was irritated by me, and turned around to scold me, but after scolding, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and shut up immediately.

Next, he looked at me cautiously, as if he was probing for something, I finally couldn't hold it back anymore, I'm not an actor, I have to thank my parents for my IQ to be able to do this.

I stood up all of a sudden, put my hands on my hips, and said loudly: "Master, how old is my ancestor?"

The old man Jiang coughed violently for a while, and kept coughing, and kept coughing, but he didn't answer my words.

I knew it, put my hands together, squatted on the stool and said: "Master, it is not okay for you to play tricks. I will wait until dawn today and I will wait for you to finish coughing. Even if you blow my head off today, I must know the answer." , Yes, even copying the Tao Te Ching [-] times, I also recognize it!"

Old man Jiang stopped coughing when he heard it, turned his head and said, "Ten thousand times of the Tao Te Ching?"

"I'm a metaphor! You often use metaphors!" I hurriedly said, this old man has a strong desire for "revenge". "Tao Te Ching", that is not fun!

"Forget it, it's not a secret. Your ancestor was from the last years of the Ming Dynasty. How old do you think he is?" Old man Jiang said calmly while scrolling the painting.

Primary school has begun to learn history, but those are too superficial for me, because my cheap teacher always likes to tell me about history when he has nothing to do. Compared with children of the same age, I know much more than them.

About how many years were the end of the Ming Dynasty, and how many years did the Qing Dynasty rule? Zu lived more than 300 years old?"

At the same time, the portrait of my ancestor emerged in my mind, a very simple old farmer, and just like a middle-aged and elderly person, but with some vicissitudes, he is not the kind of old man at all, let alone looks down. Boss, there is no problem in living like that for another 30 to [-] years!

The point is, that portrait was painted by my master, which further shows that his image at that time was like that.

In fact, when I asked that question, I knew that my master never lied to me. Where is Yun Shouping's painting, and my cheap master is definitely not a liar, at least when it comes to big things.

"I didn't say that your master lived more than 300 years old. He just...just happened to exist in that era and in this era." Old man Jiang pretended to be nonchalant and collected the paintings. In fact, his back was somewhat Trembling, I have been with him day and night for these years, and I understand that his heart is actually very restless to show this behavior.

"Master, he is also my ancestor, can you tell me about the ancestor? Please!" My curiosity has never been so strong, and I have a feeling that I will not let me know that I will suffer to death.

After a few 'pops', the old man Jiang closed the box, and said to himself with his hands behind his back: "Calligraphy and painting still cannot be sold. When I give away calligraphy and calligraphy, it is all people's hearts, and calligraphy and painting are precious in my heart." Spiritual, appreciable things can't be equated with money, it will pollute my heart."

"Master..." I begged, but old man Jiang always ignored me.

He went straight to the table, grabbed a piece of white jade, and read: "This piece of Kodama, I have been warming in the Lingquan for 5 years, and followed me for more than 10 years. It is also a treasure."

"Is this a treasure?" I was distracted and asked immediately.

I am like this, and my master often says that my mind is too active, which is not a good thing, it is better to be stupid, sometimes being stupid can sink into a certain state of practice.

"Why aren't they treasures? Do you think spiritual springs and spiritual places are so easy to find? In a vast mountain, there are only a few places where spiritual energy gathers, and some places have none! And how much spiritual energy is there? The power varies from big to small. Some places seem to be full of spiritual energy. Once the jade is buried for a month, the spiritual energy will be exhausted. Some places are full of spiritual energy. No good jade is found, and an ordinary jade is buried. When you look at it, there are cracks, that is, you can't bear it, and the jade that has been nourished by these spiritual lands is already a treasure, not to mention the naturally formed jade dug from the spiritual land." When it comes to professional knowledge, Old man Jiang was very willing to answer for me.

"Then this piece of jade was naturally formed by the spirit land?" I looked at the piece of white jade in Jiang's hand and asked curiously.

"Fart, you think it's beautiful, that thing is so easy to find? It's priceless, and it's not enough to describe it! This land has been warmed by Lingquan, and I have warmed it for more than ten years. Originally, I wanted to use it to make utensils, to make array eyes, to suppress objects, and to do anything. Of course, it is a treasure for ordinary people." Jiang old man said .

"Master, after being warmed up, you have changed from good to precious? You said that we cultivators should be humble and low-key." I said in a low voice.

"You son of a bitch, don't pretend to know what I don't know!" Jiang old man suddenly became furious!